[It...it made sense, didn't it? Just support those who matter — wasn't that, in the end, why she'd insisted Cain take her with him when he'd gone to that mad doctor's stronghold? That choice...it'd ended so badly, with so much heartache and pain, but if she hadn't been there at all, who would have shoved him out of the way of the rapidly-descending threat of a deadly blade? Had all that really been her fault?

Even if she'd only ever gotten free from the doctor's clutches because he'd let her...did that really mean that none of it counted for anything at all?]

I...

[She looked hard at the little Fletchling, and then over at the Poliwhirl and Lucario in their midst. Even her Tropius, her dear Tropius...hadn't she always tried her best to lend support where it was needed?

Was she really asking them to put themselves in danger for her any more than Cain had asked her to do it for him?

No, it was...it was something else.

Squaring her shoulders, she dug out the rest of her Pokeballs and tossed them to the ground, more because she still wasn't much at telling them apart yet than anything else. And sure enough, out they all came — Miltank, Chinchou, Mareep, Eevee, and the one she was truly after: her dear Tropius.]

Then I suppose I'd...best start acting like I belong here, hadn't I?

[Briskly, she went to her Tropius, which hunkered down obligingly to let her up onto its back, amidst the security of its big fan leaves and generally imposing size.]

I may not know how much good I can be, but if I can help — that's what I want!