"Huh? My toes?"
Pleo blinked in surprise, before looking down at his feet. The thought hadn't occurred to him given that his toes weren't particularly flexible (unlike a lot of other Flying-Types), but that didn't mean Polaris wasn't on to something. His toes were still flexible enough that he could grab some things with his feet if he tried, and with how small Polaris was it shouldn't be that hard to hold onto him.
The Lugia got out of the water and moved Polaris off his back, before sitting down onto the sand. After fidgeting a bit, Pleo managed to grab hold of Polaris with his left foot, the Cosmog now held between two of his toes and the ball of his foot as Pleo carefully tried to find a balance between holding Polaris tight enough so he wouldn't let go of him while underwater, but loose enough so he wouldn't squeeze him.
"So... like that?" Pleo asked. "Is this comfy?"