~BlightBlight barely managed to keep his own composure as he comforted his friend the best he could; the feeling of tears matting up his fur not helping his own mental state in the slightest. It was then that a sudden voice broke the sound of nothing more than muffled whimpers and began to speak as if a light at the end of their hellish tunnel. Listening in with deep intrigue and a gentle grasp still around his friend; the Buneary couldn't help but bring his hopes up once again. Permitting neither of their parents suspect anything, this looked like it could be their best chance. Putting a tad bit of thought into things; with two guilds already occupied by the enemy, that left them with three to choose from, right?
"Just tell me which guild you want to head for; I'm happy with any as long as I'm with you."
He spoke after the Growlithe departed; reluctant to break the hold he had on Chase.
"If we're cautious we can get back home, pack some bags, and be back here at the exchange in an hour to work things out."
He concluded; seeming to take a bit more initiative on the situation with confidence.
