The notion of learning again feels equal parts daunting and encouraging. The idea of the pack getting to learn together, though, does seem to help her warm up to it. Though she doesn't respond verbally, she smiles softly - thoughtfully - and nods. Maybe it would help - and even if not, reading felt more and more like an important skill by the day...

. . .

As the Type: Null is spritzed with a Potion, the beast snarls weakly at Nikita - attempting to stagger to its feet, but slipping on its own blood and falling back down. Its claws dig into the floor, and it is as though each exhale of its heavy breaths is paired with the rumble of a growl. And when Delle attempts to approach, to give a friendly greeting, the masked beast briefly lashes out a claw, as it voice rises once more in a shriek! She is sent stumbling back to avoid the swipe - whereupon she decides to return to Ettie's shadow.

But where one might see the beast's behavior as a sign of aggression... Ettie feels as though it's less hostile, and more confused. Scared. Injured and exhausted, near strange beings it doesn't recognize - and could anyone blame it for being so reactive?

So, she recalls most of her pokemon - to avoid crowding it. Only Anne, Scarlet, and Delle are left - until two other pokemon are sent out: Anat the Lucario, and Bouba the Slurpuff.

Anat is quick to catch onto the situation - and glancing to Bouba, she'd bark instructions to the Slurpuff. In response, Bouba would hum - letting out soothing sweet smells, in the form of Aromatherapy. The scents seem to catch the Type: Null's attention - and though at first it growls at these new pokemon... The sounds would taper off, as it fell quiet. Watching.

And with that, Ettie would drop down to a knelt position - to make herself appear smaller, less threatening. She shuffles a little closer to the Type: Null on her knees, speaking softly and gently. "Is okay..." She murmurs. "Is friends... We help." Anat, too, would follow this lead - crouching low and shuffling closer with soft little huffs and yaps to the chimeric beast.

The Type: Null rumbles softly - eyeballing the group - and this time Anne speaks up with a bark. Though the Lycanroc does keep her distance, she watches as well - closely, carefully. She trusts Anat to protect - but if need be, she is prepared to step in as well.

But, with a little patience, Ettie is able to get close enough to begin bandaging at its flank. And Anat, in turn, begins using Heal Pulse to tend to the worst of the Type: Null's wounds.

A strange pokemon - but well... Ettie was willing to welcome this one into her pack, too, if Nikita wasn't going to bring it into his. And one's pack always looks after their own.