Ralts is positively radiating disapproval from the crook of Ondorus' arm, and for his own part, he's trying and failing to mirror that sternness. Mostly, he just looks exasperated about the whole thing.]
I imagine it will. They seemed to be thinking only of the food. [And look, I'm fine. No wincing. Ralts isn't fussing.]
...You're trouble walking. [He says, with a slow shake of the head that lacks conviction entirely.]
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Ralts is positively radiating disapproval from the crook of Ondorus' arm, and for his own part, he's trying and failing to mirror that sternness. Mostly, he just looks exasperated about the whole thing.]
I imagine it will. They seemed to be thinking only of the food. [And look, I'm fine. No wincing. Ralts isn't fussing.]
...You're trouble walking. [He says, with a slow shake of the head that lacks conviction entirely.]