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Bahamut fought back a sigh. It was... unfortunate that Diyem had gone missing. He likely would have been in the best position to help Saltriv with their predicament. But that wasn't the case. "Overwhelmed, hmm?" How could Bahamut press this? "Considering who your opposition was — so-called...

"And what happened the first time you used that attack?" Bahamut's tail lazily swayed to and fro. "Was it intentional? If you know the circumstances behind it, you can adapt."

"Be silent." Bahamut stuck a hind leg in Shiron's path. "I think there's more to their story." He leaned over, though even that still put him above Saltriv's eye level. "Go on."

Bahamut shook his head. "Not really. The idiot noodle made it hard to tell what was happening on the screen."

There was such a thing as tiptoeing too delicately around an issue. And this was it. The curse of the psychic was reading the ebbs and flows of others' spirits even when one didn't intend to. Which is exactly what Bahamut had done. He hadn't been around Saltriv much, but as best he knew they...

Sunbathing... by a window? Sounded appealing to some primal part, but not as good as being outside. "You know, if the cold weather is problematic, you could just ask Maple to make you a portal to Treasure Town. There's a beach there and the weather is much warmer."

Bahamut's expression darkened. More early Colosseum abandoners? "I was under the impression you all were so eager to take part in that battle. Didn't you want to stay and, I don't know, sign autographs or shake hands or whatever it is famous people are supposed to do in this place?"

Bahamut had been prowling the halls. ... strange that that particular word felt like a more appropriate vocabularly choice. Must've been the body or something. He was going to slink back to his room, but sensed an aura close by. The necrozma glanced into a doorway. "You're back from the...