[Sitting next to Lena in the grass is a Ralts, who looks just as worried as Sir Francis does. She looks from the ponyta, to the two girls, then back, before sending a quick psychic message: should we step in????
Lena, meanwhile, is digging into her bag, before tossing one of her spare pokeballs at Webby.]
Here, knock it in the head with this. Usually you're supposed to throw 'em, but... hey, it might work that way.
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Lena, meanwhile, is digging into her bag, before tossing one of her spare pokeballs at Webby.]
Here, knock it in the head with this. Usually you're supposed to throw 'em, but... hey, it might work that way.