The days passed in a tired haze.
Maple and the others weren't kidding about how much that battle had taken out from them, and even Diyem was surprised at the fatigue that had wracked their systems. For several days, the last of the adrenaline finally wearing off, most of the team could barely do anything past eat, stumble around, and sleep. Truffle had taken to carrying the smaller Pokemon of the team around instead, insisting that they not strain themselves as he helped feed them, wash them, and even tucked them in to bed at night.
He was not the only one. Maple had pulled Necrozma aside in particular to offer 'light therapy,' whatever that was. In the meantime, Potluck took up the liberty of guarding the living quarters from any intruders, as the dojo was back in business again. They had seen Marowak, who ran the place; he was more than happy to offer the main room as a living space for the team until better arrangements were found. The Guild was supplementing his property and income anyway, considering how useful the dojo was for explorers. Ahh, to be helping world-savers again... It was nostalgic, in a way.
Rapidly, Treasure Town rebuilt itself. Xatu returned to his tent, as did the Kecleon brothers, who mourned the destruction of their buildings but didn't seem to say much else about it to others. Slowly, all the other facilities filled themselves in, and the store owner that Zane had broken into spread the word all the way to the Guild. One way or another, the Guild paid for the damages, but in exchange, Zane was ordered--once he recovered from the fight--to take part in the rebuilding efforts in the marketplace.
That hazy creature, oddly enough, never appeared ever since that first day. It was odd. Still, best not to count their blessings.
They had been bedridden for nearly a whole week. Surf had brought Turf back home, though among the team, nobody saw them since they'd recovered. They only knew that Turf's condition was steadily worsening, but no other changes were being reported, for better or worse.
Interestingly, it seemed that Diyem had sent the team into this world at the very end of summer. Outside, the first few leaves yellowed in anticipation of autumn, the pale greens of Treasure Town slowly growing paler. With the coloring of the leaves came everyone's strength. they weren't at their peak just yet, but mundane activities were no longer difficult.
Soda stepped into the living quarters and clicked his claws loudly to get everyone's attention. "Hey!" Soda said. "Maple says she's glad you guys are feeling better. If anybody's interested, we're gonna set up for some lunch later, reserved a party table for it at some fancy dine-in spot at the marketplace. Show up or don't, see you then."
And that was all. Soda turned around, waved halfheartedly, and disappeared.
