[That... is an interesting sound, one Dimitri cannot recall ever hearing back in Faerghus, and not even in this place. At least, not often. There are so many strange sounds here in this country, in Johto, and all of them man-made. Yet still, they tend to sound smoother, most of the time. Not so.... constant and noisy.]
[Yet whatever it is does not seem relevant to the action at hand, and he watches as his Tepig is wrapped up securely, including the little hood. As he is handed back to Dimitri, Tepig looks around with the lumps that are his flappy ears nudging upwards against the cloth.]
...Is this good enough? [Dimitri makes sure to ask, but not to Noa. His attention is on his Tepig, who wiggles a little bit as Dimitri accepts him back. The pokemon considers it for a moment before nodding, in a much more chipper mood now that he's slightly more covered.]
[...Well, he guesses that answers that. Dimitri's gaze drifts up to this woman, this stranger.]
no subject
[Yet whatever it is does not seem relevant to the action at hand, and he watches as his Tepig is wrapped up securely, including the little hood. As he is handed back to Dimitri, Tepig looks around with the lumps that are his flappy ears nudging upwards against the cloth.]
...Is this good enough? [Dimitri makes sure to ask, but not to Noa. His attention is on his Tepig, who wiggles a little bit as Dimitri accepts him back. The pokemon considers it for a moment before nodding, in a much more chipper mood now that he's slightly more covered.]
[...Well, he guesses that answers that. Dimitri's gaze drifts up to this woman, this stranger.]
...I will repay you.
[Don't ask him how]