Normally such contact would be enough to cause the young experiment to kick, scream, anything to get away. But right now anything is better than what this feeling, what ever it was. The little one’s tail broke through the other end of that sheet. Finding it’s way around the trainer Mewtwo held on for dear life.
Rebecca carefully stood up and went to sit under one of the hanging sheets, it was folded in half over the line to create a small tent. Hopefully the shade would help, even just a little bit. She simply sat there, holding the little Pokemon for as long as they needed it. Every minute or so, she’d gently rub their back to reassure them she was still there.
“It’ll be okay, little one… I’m here… shh…”
Back in the Game 