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Ivy watched Icetales' display with glittering eyes, and she couldn't take her eyes off the mesmerizing array of rainbow lights and golden colors. "That was beautiful, Icetales!" Ivy chirped. She scooted over to him to enjoy the good drink of tea for Cynthian's sake. <><><><>

Ivy stared at Icetales while the mist from the warm tea wisped over the cup. She once again had that contemplative look on her face, and seemed to arrive at a decision after a while. "This is Cynthian's secret, but I think it's fine for Ivy to tell you. Cynthian trusts Icetales, so it's okay,"...

"Ivy wants to help Icetales. That's what Cynthian would have done too," Ivy said with profound resolve.

"Tea?" Ivy blinked at him with a slight head tilt. "Is it a good drink or an evil drink?"

Ivy took comfort in those words as she wiped her face with her flower. She stayed quiet for a long moment, as though she contemplated something. "Cynthian isn't gone... That's right, Ivy still remembers Cynthian! As long as Ivy remembers Cynthian, Cynthian will always be alive with Ivy!" Ivy...

Ivy pulled back and whimpered. She looked up at Icetales with shaking eyes and told him about a conversation she had with Cynthian... ------------ Through the psychic link they shared, Ivy could always feel Cynthian's thoughts and emotions like the strummings of an instrument in her head. When...

"Icetales...?" Ivy stood up slowly, and then she pressed herself against him and cried her heart's contents into his mane.

In a room somewhere at the dorms, soft whimpers and sniffles came from a flower pot. Ivy laid there on the soil, clutching tightly to Cynthian's roselia doll. She recalled the time Cynthian kept moving farther and farther away into the sky, and then she couldn't feel Cynthian anymore. Grief...

Cynthian widened her eyes when Vix said she wanted to have it. A wave of relief washed over her and her cheeks warmed. When Vix hugged her a moment later, Cynthian returned the hug in earnest. "I'm glad you liked it. I really am." Being appreciated like like that made her heart flutter ever so...

"I was making it for you, Vix." Cynthian drew a long sigh and brushed against the doll a bit more. "After the last time we spoke, I wanted to make something that could give some comfort." Cynthian reached into her bag and pulled out a Roselia plush. "This might sound silly, but I got this one...

"No, it's... I guess it doesn't hurt for you to know, so long as you don't go around telling anyone," Cynthian walked over to her pot, giving Puddle a sideward glance before pulling out the litwick doll. She dusted it off lightly and groaned at the dirt stains that already got on it. Great...

Cynthian's face went beet red and her flowers gave off a mix of honey and even stronger vanilla. "Eeeeeh?! What are you two going on about?!" she asked, jerking back. "This is very nice. Can Ivy have this, Cynthian?" Ivy asked, holding up a plushie towards Cynthian. It appeared to be a...

"Oh, that?" Her flowers gave off vanilla as her cheeks flushed. "My flowers smell differently depending on how I'm feeling... only when I'm in good health though. Why, you won't catch a whiff of anything from a Roselia that's sick." Cynthian watched the banter between Vix and Puddle, and...

"It doesn't have to be just Puddle. We can both work to better ourselves and pull through this ridiculous world saving thing together." Cynthian consciously embraced Vix and her flowers released a tangy aroma. "I am your friend, Vix. So, we should count on each other," Cynthian said, smiling...

"You made a mistake, but I already told you yesterday to stop being yourself up over it. I've made mistakes too in the past, time and time again. What matters is what you choose to do, afterwards. Besides, if Starr was really upset about what happened, she'd have said something already,"...

"Oh, Vix..." Cynthian began. Her flowers gave off an apple scent. Recognizing what that meant, Ivy withdrew from her hug, allowing Cynthian to get off the bed and approach Vix. "I know how you feel, and I'm pretty much the same. Arceus knows I had no experience in being a fighter, or a hero...

"Who that?" Ivy asked, looking at Vix and Puddle. "Oh, hey Vix. Don't worry, I'm not busy or anything." Cynthian scratched her head and gently pushed Ivy whose body only stretched before rebounding right back onto her. "It's just Ivy being Ivy. So, did you have anything to talk about?" "Does...

"How much longer are you going to keep hugging me like this?" Cynthian asked, trying to push away Ivy who'd stuck to her side like glue. Cynthian found herself in that situation when she walked into a room and Ivy glomped her out of nowhere. "Ivy felt it. Cynthian was sad, but now it's okay...

"Likewise, I'll be there for you however I can, till the very end," Cynthian said, a sense of completeness filling the void in his heart. <><><><><>

Cynthian accepted Icetales' warm embrace wholeheartedly, and he returned the gesture in full as best he could. Though an ice type, Icetales radiated warmth to him, and Cynthian wanted that embrace to last forever. Cynthian's heart thumped when he saw the handkerchief, and a soft giddiness...