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Gladion sat leaning back against Hazel, with her curling around him like an armchair. He bit his lower lip as he mulled over all the new information. The subject reminded him of something he'd heard a long time ago... A week ago, which was basically an eternity when everything here sucked. Time...

Gladion made sure to pick up some birdkeeping supplies at the shop before returning to his room. Hazel having her helmet off was lovely, but at the same dime she had four years worth of hathead to deal with. Nothing some time and care couldn't fix, though. There wasn't anyone else here to help...

Sleep was sure to be a rare resource on the island that night. Hazel was an exception, sleeping soundly, holding Gladion against her chest protectively. Gladion, however, was not an exception. He wouldn't get up, that would disturb Hazel and at least one of them deserved to sleep soundly...

On the way back to their room, Hazel stiffened and froze. [Something is wrong with the air.] Gladion put an arm over her back. “The cleaning staff probably just came through. I doubt it’s anything more than some bleach.” [No. Not bleach.] Hazel grumbled and stepped away. Slowly, cautiously...

Gladion laid stretched out on the bed. “Talked to our host today,” he said. He’d considered using sign while Hazel was learning it, but in practice her limited vision made it hard for her to interpret them when she wasn’t looking directly at him, so he stuck with verbal speech. “Seems like...

Gladion and Hazel looked inside some of the rooms to see which ones Hazel might like. The answer, as it appeared, was "all of them." Adaptable to any environment, indeed... In the end, they settled for the familiar comfort of a conventional hotel room. Hazel greatly appreciated the large amount...