(Proactive. Think, and then do.) "Th... thank you for agreeing to meet with us, Mistl— uh, Xerneas," Skara stammered. Something in the back of her head insisted that she was doing it wrong, that maybe the other legendaries around this place didn't have rules but surely this being had to, and even the radiance in the back of her head, the part of her that was a proper knight, had to catch itself before admonishing her for not asking his preferred title.
It's not like that here, remember, Araun whispered in her mind. Take it easy. Focus. Follow the others' lead if they're more used to this. He was still smiling; funny to hear encouragement so similar to the real thing back home. Skara sighed, shook her head stiffly, tried to relax.
"It's good to hear that Pop can be restored," she managed at last. "Were you, ah, m-made aware that we would need assistance with the rest of our team as well? We lost them during the confrontation with Joule, but we believe it should be possible to restore them. We... we need them back, if that's at all possible. We need our full strength to meet whatever Giovanni might have in store for Cibus next."
"Is there enough for Cola to have some, too?" Araun piped up, verbally this time. "Even if he and Pop have to share?" Skara frowned—it didn't seem terribly endearing to ask Xerneas to split the power intended for Pop, his own world's creator, rather than the power intended for the dark matter–made interlopers—but they did have to try to get everyone back safe. She had to be of use to Cynthian and the others somehow.