Route 113||Late Afternoon"Oh, uh- I-"
Galahad's heart hung in the moment as his enthusiasm caught his passenger off guard. He wanted to move past the sadness, as he'd never done well when he dwelt within it, but apparently it was a bit too much of a shift for his friend. "That- that sounds really cool! I've ridden Arlene before but that's it. And not lately, actually, come to think of it."
He tried giving Flame a reassuring smile, though with the monkey's position, there'd be no way he could see it. "Yeah. I'd like that,"
he concluded. Galahad's own grin broadened when he heard Flame's tinting his voice."Good. Because it's totally happening."
It didn't take long for them to follow Arthur back to the living room, where Lance and Sara are already asleep. Flame hopped from Galahad's head and skittered to his trainer, the Charizard looking on with an endearing eye. "Mmnn Flaaaaaame,"
she muttered sleepily, her rest disturbed by the monkey jumping onto the couch with her."Heya. Gonna nap on you."
And with that, he curled against his trainer and soon, they were both sound asleep.
Galahad hadn't noticed Arthur watching him from the window, however, as the Charizard watched his new friend fall into a sound sleep with his trainer. Silence stretched between them as Galahad's mind went back to the room of glass sculptures, how the colors shone with the orange glow of his tail. He marked the images in his mind, since he likely would never see them again... "I see you've made a friend."
Arthur's gentle, deep voice snapped Galahad out of his reverie and the Charizard looked to his Dragonite companion."I-- y-yeah,"
he admitted, walking to Lance's side and settling beside the chair. Galahad sadly took in the colors of his trainer's bruises flowering and darkening over his body, unsure of how tomorrow would treat him. "He's a good guy."
The sentiment gave Arthur a small chuckle as he rose and strode closer to the other dragon. Flashes of their first meeting mere hours prior flew into Arthur's mind as he stopped over the supply bag he'd brought in from Dinadan's back. "He's a cheeky little monkey, from what I can tell. But he's a good person, yes?"
Galahad gave his fellow dragon a fond nod. "I think so."
Arthur returned the gesture as he withdrew a ball. "The rest of Sara-Anne's pokemon, as well as Sara-Anne herself, seem to all be decent folk. I'm glad you agree. It makes this... whole arrangement seem much easier to settle into."
He turned to head to the door when Galahad moved to stop him."Arthur, wait--"
The Dragonite turned a little too sharply at his name, an annoyed frown now marring his features. "We're not supposed to use names yet, you know that. It's only been a day. Less than.""Sorry,"
the Charizard immediately slinked back a little and a worried glance went to the two sleeping figures. "They're asleep, anyway--""What did you want to ask?"
he interrupted, his soft voice gaining a tired edge."I-- How long do you think we'll be here with them?"
At Arthur's quirked brow, Galahad felt the need to elaborate. "I-I mean, I know it's until Lance gets better and that's fine, but... how long do you think that'll take?"
Arthur heaved a long, tired sigh as his eyes went to their sleeping trainer, indicative that he'd been asking himself that very same question all day. "I don't know,"
he answered truthfully. "Humans typically heal much slower than we do. It could be weeks, even a month or two before he's fully capable again."
His leg injury was also something to worry about; it could leave him with a permanent limp. But Arthur felt the need to keep quiet on that front, so to not worry Galahad further. "For now, though, we'll just have to be patient and see how his body recovers on its own... and hope the drugs hold out."
Galahad's eyes lowered at the sombre prognosis. "And what about the people at home? Clair and Steven and Cynthia, all of them?"
Arthur gave a defeated shrug, the exhaustion of the day, as well as the exhaustion of years of worry and concern, seemed to crash onto the Dragonite's shoulders. "I don't know, Galahad. I'm not sure what we could do to inform them of our whereabouts. Hopefully they don't write us off as dead or send out search parties; I wouldn't want anyone dying while trying to find us. All we can do is just ride this out, unfortunately."
He heaved another sigh and turned over the poke ball in his hand. "In any case, try to get some sleep. I'll put Lucan on watch and try to sleep myself."
Galahad nodded as Arthur left, their Noivern companion in hand, and for a moment, the Charizard wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. He knew he needed sleep, but... he wasn't sure how he'd find it.
Still, he had to try. Using Lance's chair as a headrest, he settled further onto the wooden floor, giving his trainer's arm a small lick of affection before closing his eyes and searching for sleep behind closed lids.
Galahad woke to the sound of something scratching against wood. Eyes fluttering open, he started when he saw a giant dark face in his, nearly snapping up at it with his teeth. Of course, he stopped himself; the face belonged to Lucan, his Noivern teammate. Galahad gave out an irate sigh before stretching. "He looks like hell,"
Lucan observed quietly, not moving from his stance over their still sleeping trainer. "Well, he crashed,"
was the Charizard's whispered, gruff reply. "Humans typically don't handle that well. Even in armor.""Yeah, no shit,"
Lucan chuckled as he finally backed off a little. "I was there.""Oh yeah,"
Galahad mused and turned a concerned eye over the bat dragon. "How are you feeling?"
Lucan shrugged. "Can't complain, I guess. Arthur healed me up pretty decently--""Shh, no names,"
Galahad interrupted, earning Lucan's renewed interest and confusion. "We're not alone."
He nodded to the still sleeping Sara-Anne and her pokemon, the Noivern following his gesture. "They're the ones that found us. Helped us get Lance to this house."
Lucan made an "Aahh" sort of movement with his head and mouth, but didn't voice it. Galahad chuckled as the Noivern loomed over them, taking in their appearance and details. "They might not like a giant Noivern glowering at them, bud. You might want to stop.""I'm not 'glowering', I'm 'studying',"
he answered coyly."I don't think that's better.""Didn't say it was."