[Sidurgu's Sneasel vacates the immediately area of the Rhyhorn as quickly as possible, slinking over to their position to avoid the spray of that foul odor. Though, not the odor itself, mainly because it's hardly feasible without vacating the mile radius in which they were at the center of.

So, it scratches at Sidurgu's leg, begging to be put back into its ball, to which Sidurgu obliges while he's gagging and coughing from the horrendous smell. He feels rather blessed to not be burdened with such a thing...]

Pray, let us be off then—[a pause as he stops himself from retching mid-speech]—little do you need to be chased up another tree, nor should you be made to rely on that bloody thing again...

[This is Sidurgu offering to be your body guard till the next town. Because, he can't very well let this kid go off on his own, and also if he can keep that thing from ever being released again, Halone help him, he will.]