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They sat there for a bit longer, talking amongst one another and filling in the newcomer. The staff didn’t bother them again. “Well, I’d better get going,” Astrid said after a while, her mouth settling into a hard line. “It was a nice chat, but I’ve gotta get ready for the Tree. Dill uh, I know...

Astrid shot Diyem a quizzical look. ‘Will he even need a food nickname?’ Slight problem. Astrid had never explained their circumstances to anyone. Never had to. Hell, it was probably impossible now, given everything that had happened. Usually when they had new arrivals they disappeared...

Astrid gawked at Diyem, then directed her attention towards the patron in the back at the sound of the scream. “It’s fine! He’s not, uh. This is totally fine!” Okay, they did not need a bad PR moment right now. Not this close to the Tree. Oh dear, the Crawdaunt was staring from like seven feet...

‘Prepare for the worst… I feel like that’s the new standard, yeah.’ Probably should’ve been the old one. ‘If Xerneas won’t let us through, then I can’t think of a diplomatic way to, um, are you okay?’

Astrid played with the straw in her drink, shrugging. ‘As long as we get our friends back and continue the fight, I’m willing to do whatever it takes. ‘Xerneas must be reasonable, right? He might not like your, um, kind, but the situation is kinda desperate. I do wonder if the other legends...

‘We’ll need every last drop of it then.’ Diyem was impossible to read. For one, his head didn’t stick very far above the table. Astrid remembered his strength in the Abandoned Lab, and then considered that this Charmander was who they were left with to power their bodies, to protect their...

Eras? Astrid shuddered. Eras in geology meant hundreds of millions of years, and probably something big in other fields of science. Diyem didn’t seem high on geology—she imagined it would touch upon sensitive topics for him—but she could still infer from his comment that he was a certified...

Astrid invited herself to sit, assuming goodheartedly that Diyem would suffer from doing so himself. ‘Oh. Well,’ she fell silent for a moment after settling in, ‘this is quite a time to get dumped. What could the circumstances have even been? I mean, the world almost ended. You’d think there...

The week marched on, reminding a weary Astrid there were still things to be done. In the Pines, she’d become grumpy for all of five minutes when the consensus had shifted mostly towards healing Arceus instead of Diyem, though she hadn’t shown it. Maybe Diyem had felt her feelings? Either way, at...