Cecil was starting to know every inch of the route by heart. It felt like he had seen that particular tree a thousand times before, and that funny-looking rock was starting to appear in his dreams. Rosie the Cleffa, Avenger the Suppet and Esuna the Caterpie were all looking tired, and he knew they'd have to visit a Pokémon Center soon enough.
Therefore, it was with happiness that he registered Firion's wave. He waved back with all the energy he could muster, looking all around the young man. And there Squall was, looking paler and thinner than he had a week before.
Cecil watched them approach, his feelings a mixture of anger and relief. Squall had abandoned them, abandoned even his Pokémon, running off who knew where with no way of reaching him in case of emergency. But Squall was safe, and he'd been found in a mere week -- it could have been years -- and even after he'd been found he had not run off again.
"If that's what you prefer," he answered Aerith. "I have a few extra potions if you want." Yet already his mind was wondering what to say to Squall, where to start. He stepped toward them.
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Therefore, it was with happiness that he registered Firion's wave. He waved back with all the energy he could muster, looking all around the young man. And there Squall was, looking paler and thinner than he had a week before.
Cecil watched them approach, his feelings a mixture of anger and relief. Squall had abandoned them, abandoned even his Pokémon, running off who knew where with no way of reaching him in case of emergency. But Squall was safe, and he'd been found in a mere week -- it could have been years -- and even after he'd been found he had not run off again.
"If that's what you prefer," he answered Aerith. "I have a few extra potions if you want." Yet already his mind was wondering what to say to Squall, where to start. He stepped toward them.