[His heart jumps up into his throat again with a skipped beat. It takes him a moment to gather himself, take a step back, and act like he's focused on something else.
The Pokemon don't seem to harbor any ill will toward each other, so he'll leave it alone for now, lest he create another mishap like this. Instead, he returns to his seat beneath the tree and examines the tears in his robes.]
This is no good. [His voice is quieter now, meant more as a distraction for himself than a conversation as he begins digging through his bag.] Doubt I have so much as a needle and thread in this blighted pack.
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The Pokemon don't seem to harbor any ill will toward each other, so he'll leave it alone for now, lest he create another mishap like this. Instead, he returns to his seat beneath the tree and examines the tears in his robes.]
This is no good. [His voice is quieter now, meant more as a distraction for himself than a conversation as he begins digging through his bag.] Doubt I have so much as a needle and thread in this blighted pack.