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Another smirk. "I like them. They're amusing." He got up and floated out of the door.

"I have already relayed this discovery to her," Bahamut declared, setting down the badge. "Though perhaps we ought to consider a less-coordinated approach for investigating different villages? Darkwhite thrives on taking people's well-laid plans and throwing figurative knives into them. She...

"Calm down, child. Let us think this through rationally." Bahamut held up his right lower wing. "Darkwhite claims there is an entire infected village." He held up his left lower wing. "She let slip a comment about a machine hidden away in a town." Bahamut then placed his right upper wing beside...

"Yes, it is a tragedy, Serperior." Bahamut make a tsking noise whilst shaking his head. "Just as there is no cure for a loneliness that is so pathetic that a creature must resort to popping up and harassing complete strangers because they don't know how to make friends. After all, as Reshiram...

"No, it should do the opposite. Muscle that's degrading itself can cause the body to heat up," Bahamut said, waving the fog away with a free wing. "And I'm afraid I have no remedies for swell heads."

"Mmm. Tell me... does it seem warmer to you lot?" Bahamut fanned himself with an upper wing. "I feel as though a bunch of hot air is blowing around in front of me."

"The best way to deal with those who live for getting rises out of people is not to indulge them," Bahamut said. He held an upper wing up to his beak and faked a yawn.

Bahamut knew exactly who that voice belonged to. He was going to ignore it. "For pecha, I tended to use an, erm, suppository." Though he lacked lungs, he coughed into his wing. "In any case, I was only able to get this cheri one working after over a week of trial and error." Another pause, then...

"It's not all that dissimilar from the energy I deal with on a daily basis back home," Bahamut said, shrugging.

"It is regrettable, but that is nature for you. It is why pokémon should cooperate," Bahamut said.

"Broken bones, deep lacerations, infections... that's just the tip of the list." Bahamut had no idea if these things would even mean anything to Cynthian. Perhaps a more relevant example? "For example, grass-types like you can have their sap harden, causing their leafy appendages to become dry...

"Back home... I was a healer before I lost my light. I tended to the ailments that wrought pokémon of all shapes and sizes." He glanced down at the incense container. "Perhaps this world operates differently, but on Etherium there are injuries and illnesses that cannot be solved with Heal...

Bahamut shrugged. "How does a honedge live when it is naught but a sword? How can any ghost-types be considered alive when their bodies are also ethereal? Life is one of nature's most perplexing mysteries."

Bahamut responded with a flat look. "It's not for my sake. I make it for others."

"This is a cheri extract incense." Bahamut felt like a broken record. "The cheri berry is used for paralysis... where the body struggles to move. But stress can stiffen the body's muscles. Create tension. Back home... I used this to help soothe tense, aching muscles. You're welcome to try it."...

"A little over a week perhaps. Though you're not really taking in the actual incense. Just some residual vapors from the device." Bahamut lifted his tail to show the incense device.

So this was how his offer was being met. Sidestepped like a carcass in the middle of a trail. Bahamut should've figured. It wasn't like he was really liked... or that he was doing a good job of even trying to be liked. Why had Diyem brought him here, again? Probably because he sensed an aura as...

What kind of brew was this skarmory drinking? He sounded as daft as some of the beggars Bahamut had the misfortune of encountering when they bumbled into Etherium's distortion. "This is cheri incense." Bahamut kept his tail wrapped around the container. "It's a muscle relaxant I've spent the...

"I cannot smell, either. I tested the incense on willing townsfolk." Bahamut crossed his upper wings. "It's not an offering. It's a muscle relaxant. For healing purposes."

"Soup? Hardly. I cannot eat or drink." Bahamut curled his tail around the incense container. "This is a cheri incense. I've spent over a week trying to craft it."