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For once she felt prepared. For once, she wasn’t nervous. She sensed his freezing movements, the low chittering his. Though grief came in many shapes and sizes, she noticed it all the same. The offer of a listening ear seemed to be enough for the Bisharp. He stooped down and dug something out from the pile. He handed it to her.

With wide eyes, does she take the blade accidentally holding it on the sharp side. Her eyes flinched in pain before she realized her mistake, but by then the Bisharp had already walked to the doorframe. Taking the blade with her other hand, this time not holding it by the sharp side, she began to inspect her wounded hand. She looked at the palm of her hand. A cut, though not a deep one, went from one side to the other. Blood gently began to gush from it.

She put her hand into one of her empty pockets, hiding her shame from those around her as she entered the big room once more, now blade in hand.

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Returning to the group with the blade in one hand, and her wounded hand hiding in her pocket. She found that her Pokémon were hard at work tidying up the place together with Isaac and his Pokémon.

Isaac was busy with some boxes. Curiosity getting the better of her she walks toward him, though she gets stopped halfway there by Sewaddle who noticed the sharp pointy object in her hand. With a worrisome look on her face, she skittled over to Priscilla. Before Priscilla could even speak against it, the little bug had gently taken it out of her hand, it then began to apply a layer of string shot, to make the pointy end less pointy.

Priscilla let Sewaddle do her thing, continuing over to Isaac while the green Bug-type worked cautiously. Priscilla turned her attention to the things Isaac had found, one by one did he show her the items. With each one did she feel a small tremble in her body. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in what felt like eons. Her eyes grew watery, and she felt the sniffles in her nose. She was about to burst when the first sentence hit her, but she fought valiantly. But as soon as his second sentence was said, she could hold it no longer.

The tears started to flow, the sobs escaping her, though she tried to keep them in. As she cried there was a smile on her lips. “I… I am sorry… I didn’t mean to cry... Thank's for all of this.” The words came out in between sobs. Her Pokémon was slowly gathering around her, having noticed the sounds of her crying. She took a moment to calm herself.

“I just found his old room.” She gestured towards the Bisharp with her left hand. She didn’t want to spill any of his secrets to Isaac. Thoughtlessly she took her right hand to wipe away the residue of tears from her eyes. Forgetting the wound, from which blood was still trickling, a stinging sensation announced her mistake. Though to Isaac and those around her, small lines of red would be more than enough of a visible cue, if they were looking.

Realizing her mistake, she tried to play it cool. Simply put her right hand back into her pocket as if nothing had happened.

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Her tears hid his worried eyes. Though they did not cover his words. And if he thought they would help to halt the tears, he would be sorely mistaken. For a moment she let it all out before she would return to the conversation at hand.

She mentioned what she found and Isaac immediately seemed curious about it. Though his intention to know more was quickly shot down by the Bisharp, proving that it had been right to be vague in her answer.

It was then that Isaac noticed a little something left over from her wiping away her tears thoughtlessly with her wounded hand. “Something on my face?” She repeated nervously. Though she didn’t get the time to wipe it away as Isaac asked to see her hand. There was no way around it. Reluctantly did she pull her right hand up from the safety of her pocket, and held it palm up towards Isaac.

Though the blood was starting to harden, the cut was still easily seen. Though it wasn’t deep enough to be a major injury the length of it, going horizontally from one side to the other meant the opening was big enough to be a problem. It was only now that she looked at it, that she saw how the blood had trickled everywhere on her hand, making it look like she had just killed someone with it.

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As Isaac laid eyes upon her wound. She felt guilty that he was having to take care of her like this. She didn’t want to be a burden on Isaac, whom she now considered a friend. Receiving such tender affection from someone who wasn’t one of her six Pokémon was something she was unaccustomed to. But she would accept it nonetheless, even if she didn’t know how to reciprocate it.

The Sewaddle returned after having secured the blade for even a child’s hand. She looked up at Isaac and accepted the compliment, with a shy slightly awkward nod and a blush. But otherwise allowed Isaac to work in peace

Isaac worked with the skilled hands of a professional or at least so it seemed to Priscilla as she followed along while he spoke. It felt almost like watching a documentary, as her eyes followed the process of cleaning her wounds. Though they had to give in when the stinging appeared suddenly. She closed her eyes for a brief moment until the stinging lessened, by then Isaac was already drying the wound.

Her hand soon found freedom once more. Her eyes admired Isaac’s handiwork. “Feeling much better, thank you.” Both hands met at her chest, as she sent him a smile. She wanted to thank him properly, but she couldn’t give him anything, she didn’t even have the money to pay. Perhaps a sign of affection would do, like a hug or a kiss on the cheek? But the mere thought of it stunned her. Though she wanted to give him these things, she could not make her body move against its own will.

Isaac would just have to make do with the smile she sent him and the words of gratitude that she had already given him.

It was getting late. Priscilla hadn’t noticed it. But it dawned upon her when Isaac mentioned it. She didn’t want him to go through. She was afraid of being alone, what if someone else came, someone less polite. Sure this was known as Bisharp territory, but still?

As if having read her mind Isaac asked if she had a phone. She nodded. Quickly figured out where this was going. He offered her a piece of paper with some numbers scrawled upon it. She accepted it gratefully as she continued listening to Isaac’s words.

She followed Isaac with her eyes as he began to walk about retrieving his team. Each of them sounds off with their goodbyes before getting into their Pokéballs. She waved goodbye as well.

“Okay.” Priscilla solemnly said as Isaac announced his departure. She paused, not sure how to respond. It felt awkward, she watched him head out. But just in the nick of time did she speak her last few words. “See you later!”

And with that Isaac was gone, leaving her to her own devices together with her Pokémon.