I dunno, they say that litwicks like to whisk away wandering souls~

[She was teasing-- but, that cough that rattled the stranger's lungs every time he tried anything was worrisome. They should probably get into town sooner rather than later, she realized, if his condition really was as bad as it sounded.]

Scout, [Pidge said, and a little Emolga popped it's head out of her baggy, oversized shirt at the cue. Still grinning-- although not as notably smug about it-- she gestured toward the man they had found.]

Stick with our friend, make sure he doesn't get lost. Rover, we're doing Plan B!

[The Magnemite stopped in an instant and turned around with a sharp buzz of acknowledgement before veering down a fork in the pathway. The Emolga, similarly, leaped across the distance to settle somewhere comfy in the man's disheveled hair.

Pidge looked over at him, seeming somewhat more serious than before.]

I know a short cut. It's a little tough, but it'll save us a good bit of time getting into town. There, we can find someone to feed you and check out that cough, okay?

Think you're up to it?