She already had a good idea that whatever he was doing was dangerous enough to warrant his desire to keep his distance from her, for her safety's sake. Even being told that was all she could be told, one's imagination tended to start mulling over the various possibilities from there. It was only impossible for her to draw any definite conclusions, but from that information she had decided to trust her brother and hope she'd get to see him again soon. It didn't matter what he'd done, he was still her brother, they were still family, she still cared about him, loved him, and wanted him to be safe and happy.

Aya held on as everything shifted and Ran stood up. Her backpack was on her back securely still since she'd tired of carrying it as a weapon after a while. Sleep just sounded so good right then that she had to fight not to give into it already. She almost didn't want to sleep, she just wanted to stay up and enjoy the fact that Ran was there. Maybe she was a little bit afraid of waking up to find out it had just been a dream, too, it certainly seemed crazy enough to be one.

When Mamoru offered her the revive she took it with a quiet thanks, ready to find Sneasel's Pokeball the second the chance presented itself once she was set down. There were also the potions and antidotes from Ken that his "Ran" brought with him.