Thank you for your undeserved kindness. I certainly wouldn't want to hog all of the necessary items, but this little one could use them. Please pour a cup for... it.

[Gives another long bow, with wet hair sticking to his face. Then he's off to the medicine cabinets, slowly, leaving a trail of wet footprints. Any closer inspection would reveal little bumps on his head, most likely getting bonked from hail. Once the towels have been retrieved, he sets aside his items, and sits on his knees, beginning to dry off his Igglybuff, who coos in response.]

I'm sorry, little one, if my hands are too tough.