At last, the aching in Brisa's chest softened, and she could speak, and raise her head, and be a whole person outside that warm embrace.
"Is... is everyone through safely?" she asked, quietly.
Starr's grip slackened enough to let her look around at the assembled pokémon. Not everyone, but plenty, to be sure. Owen was there, safe, still a charizard. Some other, larger figures—she'd have to congratulate Cabot and Vix on their evolutions. Where was—
"Dave!"
He was safe. And nearby, and straight back to being smaller than her by a fair margin. Shadow, too. That was oddly comforting, actually. She wondered if Sombra was here to stay, too.
You know it, partner.
Hmm.
Dave was okay, but alone (besides his Shadow.) She flicked an ear and her tail to motion him over. Did he and Starr even really know each other? Whatever. She fucking wanted to have them both nearby, so she damn well would.