[attr="class","spiral"]Shaymin's attack proves so blinding that Fernando can't see it through even when it wins him the battle. He keeps his head turned in the opposite direction until he can feel the heat dissipate. Only then, under the assumption of safety, does he turn to see the results. Much to his surprise, the attack proves potent enough to dishevel both Pokemon and trainer.

"...!"

He never gets a chance to voice his concern. Cait's laughter quashes any worry he might have and instead he approaches at a steady albeit normal pace. The lack of urgency allows her to soak in the early morning rays. When he comes close, he puts an end to that as well, his shadow overcasting her figure.

"Impressive. As always, Afric."

Times were simpler back then but Fernando's emotions only surface now, brought on by an actual attachment to the people and region he calls home. The smile he holds shows a genuine admiration for one of the few trainers he considers both skilled and non-idiotic.

"If I didn't cheat I have no doubt that would have been your win."

There's still time on his schedule so he decides to sit next to her. It's one of the few times he touches the ground without being thrown to it. The lack of danger or aggression is a welcome change, one that, if commonplace, would do him well.