"They said the last thing we need for this is, uh..." Priam would squint at the piece of paper he held, which he could compare to a grocery list, except the writing was too small for him to read it properly amid the limited light that filtered through the Petalburg woods. "...pollen from a Venusaur. Is that even considered as proper medicine component?" The last statement wasn't meant to be spoken out loud, though he couldn't deny that he was skeptical with traditional herbal medicine.

The procedure was easy enough as long as they procured every ingredient on the list. He'd gotten the recipe from another Rocket member, though he didn't have much use for it until now. The task seemed easy enough. They only needed to fetch one ingredient after all, and after that, maybe his Gabite will be fine. Wrestling down a Venusaur to get what they need shouldn't be too hard, right?

"You know, you didn't strike me as the type to do things like these."

He wasn't sure how he managed to rope her into going with him. The Gabite was the main muscle of his team for the longest time, and he wasn't sure what to do if it died from a disease from attempting to take a bite out of an Oddish. He held his Gabite as they walked, arms folded as it supported it from its chest upwards while its legs hung lazily. The Dragon-type did not seem to mind the uncomfortable position as it was too weak to even fight back.

Priam owed her big time if his baby dragon lived at the end of the day.