wren didn't even notice the other person at first, closing their eyes in an attempt to figure out what had taken the worst of the fall. their knee- it had to be their knee, because it hurt and wren debated the likelihood of it being broken. it wasn't like they had broken bones before, so while they knew it hurt they didn't know how bad it was. and it was hard to tell right now, since they knew they'd be bruised pretty badly at the very least.

"fucking- guess so."

there's anger in their voice, but it's not directed towards the stranger who had also fell. struggling to sit up, they wince at the movement- yeah, their knee absolutely got the worst of it.

"were you here for the athlete, too?" wren is tempted to voice their thoughts; that they should just let the bastard find their own way home, after all of this. if they're still even alive, that is.

if their knee is as fucked up as they think, wren really shouldn't be forcing themselves onto it so quickly, but they don't think they have a choice. standing, slowly, they reach to balance against anything they can with a wince. and then, hesitantly, they offer a hand to try to help this stranger up.

just as long as they didn't pull wren back down, it'd be fine. probably.

"i don't know, but i'm tempted to say i couldn't find anything and let them deal ith the consequences." is it her fall that's making her so irritated? yeah, a little; but she doesn't think anyone could really blame her for that. hopefully, at least. it's a little spiteful, sure, but she could have just died.

she frowns a little at the remark, but doesn't offer much of an explanation until the stranger's up and wren herself isn't stumbling back down. "landed on my knee pretty bad. don't think it's anything to be worried about, though." considering the fact that she can stand on it, at least. but she's not a doctor, and doesn't have any medical knowledge at all, so she hopes this stranger doesn't take her words to heart.

"should be fine. do you?" she's half tempted to offer that they can work together with this, but instead brings her attention to truffle, still watching them from his spot above. vaguely, he gestures towards the houndoom. "truffle could help if you need protection or something." just as long as this stranger doesn't try to pet the dog pokemon, himself.

the stranger's confession that they were also tempted to leave this athlete out here is enough to pull an awkward, half-barking laugh from wren. it's only awkward because he was expecting to be scolded for it- he's the one out here and it's his job to make sure the athlete or their remains get back to the family. that it's only nice, or whatever people would say if he had said it to anyone else.

"hopefully we don't?" it comes off more uncertain than wren would have liked, but he can't sound entirely sure of it at the moment. not when he had no idea how things were going to turn out. the stranger stops as they look up at houndoom, and wren pauses. "not afraid of dogs, are you?" wren was really hoping they weren't, because truffle was the only pokemon that knew where they were if things went wrong. sure, there were his cats, but....wren didn't want to bring them down with him.

"not exactly. i do have a luxray, though." the pokemon could be helpful for looking for the lost athlete, at least, if they ever got out of here. "truffle- my houndoom, maybe could? i haveen't exactly tried it before." totally not because said houndoom would be obviously pissed off about it.

the confirmation that the stranger doesn't mind dog pokemon is enough for wren, although..."don't try to pet him. he bites." the warning is important, wren thinks, because they don't want to help this stranger only to have to deal with truffle being aggressive. as the stranger releases their salazzle, wren reaches for custard's pokeball to release the luxray. with a huff, and a shake of his main, custard turns to await an order.

"go with their pokemon. look for anything strange." with a nod towards the salazzle in question. as the lizard pokemon slunk away, custard followed, peering for any signs of whatever they'd need to look for. the stranger has notes about the missing athlete, and wren pauses for just a moment.

"unfezant..." they can't remember what the pokemon looks like, but the name feels familiar, at least. holy shit, they really weren't the best one to go on this mission, if they couldn't even remember what the pokemon companion looked like. with a shake of their head, they give up on trying to remember, another awkward laugh following. "let's just hope custard doesn't decide to eat it." they're joking. mostly. hopefully.

unless the luxray really does decide to.