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Physically, Luke wasn't really aware of himself, but he knew he hadn't been wounded or harmed in any way, so he responded accordingly, "I'm fine." He considered attempting to catch up with his pokemon, but even if he managed to do so, they would move more quickly without having to account for his position. He stood and moved towards the bag that had been discarded near the tree, sifting through its contents. "I have a Revive in here," he kept one on hand just in case a practice battle ever got out of hand, "if you want to use it for Repede."

He took the Revive in hand and moved to the fallen Growlithe, using the healing item to restore Repede's vigor. "I dunno," he replied absently. "It sure seems to. Rosie's had two pokemon stolen, and I ran into someone who had just stolen a pokemon when I first came to Kodo. There was that Izaya guy who said he had something stolen, and there was the Sandalwood contest a while back that got raided by Team Rocket, and I don't even know how many times I've heard of incidents where people almost had pokemon stolen." He turned the husk of the expended Revive over in his hand idly. "Rosie and I were targeted once a while back and we fought them off, so I guess I was kind of confident."

When Repede stood and moved away, Luke's gaze wandered to the forest. Leste and Tenebrae still weren't back. Were they still looking, or in pursuit, or had they found her and were in confrontation, or...?

He stood and returned to his bag to dispose of the used Revive. "Dunno. That first chick that I ran into here, she'd just stolen a pokemon and was fleeing the scene. I asked her why she was doing it and she said it was because she couldn't afford pokemon of her own, or pokeballs or..." He narrowed his eyes scathingly with a slight shake of his head. "Sounds like a load of crap to me, given how huge a problem it is. But if not that, then I have no idea."

Using them, wasn't that just a fantastic thought. From the way that girl was talking, it could have been something like medical experiments. The faint, lingering sense of panic drew intensity from the thought, and Luke exhaled carefully.

"It's a shame my brother hates me so much," he shrugged, forcing a half-hearted laugh. "He's with Team Rocket. He's the one who stole Rosie's Vaporeon. Probably knows all about everything."

"Yeah, probably not."

There was a flutter of large wings as Leste reappeared, Tenebrae following from the forest shortly after. Neither looked particularly excited about their return even as Luke moved forward to meet the bird as she touched the ground and the dark-type as he took a place beside her. It was easy to see that neither had the luxury ball with them, and, hopeful for at least some kind of lead, Luke pressed questions against them, "Did you see what way she went? Or if she dropped anything we could use to track her? Anything at all?"

The pokemon pair deflated slightly, their gestures all that were needed to indicate a negative response. No sign of her, no trace of her, no indication that he'd ever find her - and, by property of association, Mieu. The trainer exhaled lightly, "Well, can't be helped, I guess. We'll just have to work twice as hard, to make up for Mieu not being here and to make sure we can fight if someone comes along trying to take someone else away." He maintained as optimistic an expression as his features would permit, returning Leste and Tenebrae to their respective pokeballs. This complete, he turned to address Yuri.

"You still have my sword laying around?"

Luke didn't really know what to do with himself besides put up a tough act. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react or even how he wanted to react. Mieu had been by his side literally longer than he could remember. He couldn't even begin to comprehend the idea that the Flareon was gone. Amidst the facade of normalcy, there were small indications still-lingering panic and the slow onset of despair.

"You mind if I swing by and grab that?" Yes, he was going to ask for it back. Maybe wielding a sword would get people hurt, but being without a means of defense would get people hurt as well. He had some choice in the matter, though, so he was going to make sure the ones that got hurt were the ones that deserved it.

The staggering gait, in spite of all efforts, didn't go without notice. Luke still wasn't completely sure what had happened - he had thought it was a gun, but it certainly didn't produce a gunshot nor leave behind a bullet - but he at least recognized that it had had some kind of enduring effect.

"So I'm pretty sure I know what you'll say, but are you sure you're all right?" Movements like that weren't generally the mark of someone who should be moving about, but Luke wasn't especially sure there was much merit to be gained from taking a breather in the grass. The trainer himself was so exhausted it was painful, but he was used to feeling tired or sick and carrying on nonetheless, and if he stopped moving now he wasn't sure how he would start again. As it was, his feet seemed to understand the concept of progress of their own accord, and he was hesitant to take that away from them.