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She brushed away whatever crumbs had settled on her person and inwardly nodded at Inigo's explanation. Her venture to Jinko had been her first encounter with a true starry sky, having previously mistaken planets and airplane lights as the celestial bodies that appeared in photos and on television. She had been veritably stunned by the sheer quantity of the things, and the night sky had become an object of particular interest.

"I can't say I'm not envious," she said with a mild smile. No matter how much she adored being outdoors, it was inconvenient to ask for leave whenever the forecast called for pleasant temperatures. At his question, she nodded. "I live in Camphoreon, so I don't get to see the stars that often, nor forests, nor lakes. So this is a bit of a three-in-one for me." She idly ran her right hand back and forth along her left fingers, waiting for some sensation to register. It wasn't a great hope at this point, but that didn't make her any less inclined to try it.

She nodded, "I guess this is something like an ideal environment for that sort of research, isn't it?" Certainly better than, say, Camphoreon or the desert. She hummed thoughtfully at the mention of mixings things up. "I can't say I'm too enthusiastic about seeing Camphoreon, myself. I suppose that's probably due in part to the fact that I grew up there, though..." She found it strange that the city was such a point of fascination to some, failing to recognize that she was the same towards the forest or the plains. Carefully, slowly, she leaned backwards and lay on the grass as well, staring up at the fading sunlight. "I plan to," she assured. "Or, I planned to. Hopefully this ridiculous injury won't impede me much." A short ways away, one of her small bags slouched and toppled.

She nodded in comprehension, "It makes sense, yes." The forest wasn't the most thrilling location, after all, but she found it fascinating nonetheless. She flinched slightly when Inigo suddenly rose, an instinctive defense reflex seizing her. An explanation came shortly after, though, and she was sated, sitting up carefully. "Ah, no, that's fine." Not that she had actually said she wanted him to stay, and not that she would ask for anything even if there was something she needed. She could take the time that he was absent to switch into clothes more appropriate for sleeping, so that was convenient as well.

"Yes, I'm sure," she assured, a jokingly exasperated expression complementing her words. To prove her point, she rose from where she sat, climbing to her feet slowly and carefully. She wavered slightly when she had accomplished this but remained steadfastly upright. This complete, she moved her hand to indicate her success, "See? No troubles."

"That's not--" Well, even if it wasn't necessary, how likely was it that her saying that would legitimately dissuade him? Not very likely at all, no. It wasn't as though she disliked the Meganium's company anyway, so there was no harm. "Okay." What was next? Bye? See you later? Travel safely? Such a length of time passed in her floundering considerations that Inigo was already departing, so she decided to let the issue drop. Hopefully it wasn't bad form to let him leave without properly bidding him farewell...

The campsite effectively left to herself, apart from the smattering of pokemon, Aila breathed a sigh. She recalled the grouchy Metagross into its pokeball unceremoniously; he would only sulk if left there. A deft motion of her hand replaced the steel-type with her own large Venusaur, Fleur immediately beginning to prance about in fascination of her surroundings. As she started towards Leilani, though, Aila reigned her in with a sharp call, the grass-type turning to regard her trainer.

"Fleur, I require your assistance. You can have social time after." She had spent some length of time outside of the infirmary before regaining the use of her arm, and so she was well-versed in the assorted tricks that enabled her to function normally. The Venusaur's green vines were especially useful in replacing the functions of her damaged limb, and Fleur was already accustomed to the processes. Thus, it only took a few moments for Aila to change into the short gown and fleece pants that acted as her sleeping clothes. This complete, she carefully returned to her place by the fire, noting the shuddering of her pack as she did so. She extracted the black and yellow egg from her pack, holding it gingerly as it returned to stillness. Aulus had mentioned something about the wiggling, hadn't he? She studied the smooth surface quietly as Fleur moved to acquaint herself with the Meganium.

Fleur gave a bright "saur," raising a pair of green vines into the shape of a heart for greeting. For her, it really was infrequent that she was able to meet other grass-types, though meeting any pokemon at all was exciting to the extroverted Venusaur.

Aila watched a mild smile, reaching up to pull the tie from her dark hair and running her fingers through fallen tresses in lieu of an actual brush. Keeping it tied as she did generally kept it neat enough that brushing wasn't as much a concern in the evenings as it was in the mornings, and-- Oh, and Inigo had returned. She regarded him with a nod, "Welcome back." Had she been aware of his silent disappointment and the cause of it, she wouldn't have been quite so welcoming. Unfortunately for Inigo, the nightgown was only worn on its own when there was neither company nor the potential for company. He might take some solace that the gown itself was fairly low-cut, especially in comparison to her usual outfit - though the 'view,' should he choose to investigate it, was marred by a scar similar to the one of her arm.

She looked to the egg when he acknowledged it, "A pokemon egg." Well, that much was probably obvious. "I'm not sure what's inside, honestly. Someone told me he thought it was a Pichu." As if in an attempt to amend her words, the thing gave a shudder in her lap.

Fleur, excited by Leilani's dance, mimicked it - albeit clumsily, due to her larger girth. She used a brief, decorative Petal Dance to fill the immediate area with a flurry of the things. Like confetti, like a party!

"Wha-- Really?" She stayed her hand at the back of her head as if frozen in consideration. 'Pretty?' Wasn't that a word reserved for landscapes and gems? The color of her face likely indicated that the girl who was unaccustomed to receiving help was also unaccustomed to receiving compliments. "Well, um... Thank you." She quickly turned her eyes towards anything but her company. 'Pretty,' of all things. And said so nonchalantly, without any hint of obligation or deception. That was a first.

Subject change go indeed.

The mentioned egg wriggled again, attracting Aila's gaze. "It's been doing this fairly frequently, so I suppose I'll know for sure soon."

As if the words were a given permission, the black and yellow shell began to emit a soft light.