a Corsola was definitely not on her list.

Siobhan watched as it floated by in the water, playing happily and chasing a few other fish. of course, the Galarian Forme was more on her radar. the ghost-type Corsola was, however, not this one. this one was the original form.

she would glance away, waiting on her ghost types to re-join her. perhaps they would bring her something of value, or perhaps not. either way, she knew how to be patient and wait for everything to fall into her lap.

-skip-

Gravedigger was the first to arrive back.

the Dusknoir would deposit the fainted Axew at her feet. he had beaten it almost to the point of death, his Ice Punch doing wonders against the typing. Siobhan bent down to tap a Pokeball against the wild beast's forehead, trying to capture it.

she would administer medical aid even if she did not succeed. she would not let it suffer for the sake of her ego. Yuki-onna appeared beside the Dusknoir next, having found nothing decent for their trainer.

"you did your best" Siobhan says to her, straightening up and offering a quick pat. the Frolass trilled happily, though still looked crestfallen.