Hey there Skitty! ...You seem hurt, are you ok?
A moment of tense silence stretches between the two ‘mons. The skitty is apprehensive, observing the gardevoir with caution. They wait, fur bristling, for the other to make a move; when it’s clear that no attacks are being doled out, they take a step back, head tilted to the side.
“er... I’m alright. Don’ worry about me.” They pause, ears twitching.
“Nice ta meet ya, Cara. Y’know, it isn’t safe to be wanderin’ out here alone. We’re real close to a dungeon.” They huff, understanding the irony in their own situation.
“As for what happened... let’s just say I’m not too good at followin’ directions.”
The skitty moves forward down the path a few strides, looking back to the gardevoir over their shoulder.
“I’m heading back to a campground a little ways downhill, if you’d like to come with.”
