collaredexperimentation:

-Heat had a hand covering over his black eye and scratched cheek. Looking around where he was and squeaking, before looking up to the oddly familiar stranger.-

… Rebecca?

-He asked, blinking. And making sure to Firmly cover his eye. He didn’t want any Worrying to be done.

He didn’t Want Pity.

Staring up at her.

Though she did have different cloths, He was moderately Sure she was Rebecca.

His Eevee, as always padding around his feet, and rubbing its cheek against his ankles-

“That’s my name-”

“Oh dear, are you alright?”

The former champion was already looking through her bag for a Full Restore to help the other. There was no pity or worry in her amber eyes, as she had seen many injured Pokemon before. She was used to it by now.