The woman roams the area by request, there is not other reason she would be out at such a time of day and most certainly not with such heat in the air. The unusually high temperatures was nearly enough to the well clothed woman's skin to boiling. If it were not for the blizzard kept going by her Froslass she might well have, keeping the temperature around her cool. The Gardevoir flanking her other side kept an eye out for outcropping of pokemon and seeking the other cooling centers.

They had spent more time bouncing around than she cared to, going from one to the other to ease their over flow and now they find themselves in a different predicament all together. Her gardevoir spots the group first, leaving the well controlled and chilled air of the blizzard in an instant upon realizing what she see.

The pokemon comes with pink mist floating about her, the misty terrain reaching out through the area delicately, seeking to sooth both the human and the rest of the pokemon alike and motioning, asking of the attending pokemon for access to their human.

Bleeding heart that she is.

Isra trails behind lazily with her froslass on her heels, keeping her from growing warm in heat. She hides beneath the parasol, seeking to be untouched by the sun. "They say heat stroke is a very serious thing you know."

A bit cold perhaps, but she's not very good at the caring part most of the time.

Kaida Adachi

"I think you ought to be worrying a little more about yourself." there is no concern in her voice as she speaks and i anything, the woman grins ever so slightly beneath her parasol. Though she cares little for the woman in front of her, knowing no reason to do so, she can admire the tenacity it takes to be so insistent. Even if it does tend to go hand in hand with stupidity.

The psychic type is eager to move forward when the pokemon give her room to do so, the misty terrain following suite, the froslass at her masters heals giggling all the while. What a mystical sort of image the trio must be. The woman dressed from head to toe in skin tight denim, a white long sleeved blouse, gloved hands and matching healed boots. All bellow a parasol shading a face framed in cascading black. She must look like a ghost, or perhaps something else, descending in the young woman's time of need.

She speaks just as the hand of the gardevoir finds the young woman's shoulder. "You look as though you might find yourself At Death's door before you know it." there is a devilish grin behind the comment, a would be joke if she knew who she was speaking to. "Might need to knock soon if you are not careful."

The gardevoir glares at her master, the healing pulses of energy being given off the pokemon are sure to prevent that. Though she can do nothing for any sort of dehydration the woman suffers from she can at the very least ebb the effects. She can make them more tolerable.

"When was the last time you stopped and drank water?" she asks, though she cares little. It is a formality but the young lady has her attention regardless. Though a bleeding heart is useless to her the determination needed to pursue it so strongly intrigues her all the same.

Kaida Adachi

Hmm. Isra tilts her head tot he side as she listens. Isra sees something different from what she hears and she wonders why though she will not inquire. It's not her's to care about. She's more inclined to simply let her pokemon continue her work, seeking to sooth now not just the woman but the pokemon around her as well. It seems they may all need a little extra tlc today.

"I'm asking because dehydration will sneak up on you in heat like this. It is easy to think you can last longer than you actually can."

The woman reaches for the messenger bag that is almost always hanging off her shoulders. The sigh heavy as she rummages through it for the bottle of water that has settled near the bottom. Isra has made a point to keep it full throughout the day. She hands it to the other woman who will find it is not cold and refreshing like she might be expecting. No, it is actually quite warm.

"Avoid cold water, it'll do more harm than good right now. And if you'll permit it, once you're on your feet I'll buy you a drink you can keep for awhile." it's a surprisingly playful wink that follows her comment, considering the situation.

Maybe a small part of her has grown a little soft after all. Or it's just that old soft spot for the stupidly determined cropping up again.

Kaida Adachi

The woman quirks a brow at the sight of the woman's pokemon, the thumping tail leaving cracks in the ground in its pleasure. There's a small scoff at the lack of control but she says nothing. Her attention focuses on the woman, especially as her gardevoir finally turns her attention away from the human and begins directing it to the pokemon in the area.

"Because I am not heartless?" she offers, a common enough misconception given her faith. Most seem to think them strictly heartless and cruel but that was not entirely true. Only mostly. Something like that.

Isra chuckles, mirthless and pointless, a well practiced mannerism. "No, we don't know each other, at least not well enough for me to know your name."

But she does not offer her own, not yet at least. It's simply conversation, she's not yet decided introductions are in order.

Kaida Adachi

"There is no need to apologize." it doesn't matter to Isra, she exists seperate from the ways of the world, their social ticks are just information in her brain. Tools to navigate a people that are not hers. At least that is what she tells herself, time and timme again as these moments come to pass.

Isra does not reach out to steady the woman as she stands, she must be able to stand on her own two feet again at some point doesn't she? A gloved hand reache for the one that is offered, shakes, gentle and firm.

"Isra Nghtingale, a pleasure to meet you." her eyes scan the area, the pokemon, her own, how the gardevoir still cares for those that did it. The pink mist lingers, clinging to the ground.

"Will you be able to handle yourself now?"

Kaida Adachi

It becomes very obvious very quickly that they are two very different people from very different worlds. She can feel it in the shake, she can see it in her eyes, it's plain as day.

Despite this Isra finds herself oddly.... curious. "Please do." oddly enough, she grins.

Isra turns to her pokemon, the gardevoir is already eyeing her knowing it is time to go even though there is always work to be done. Isra thinks for a moment before nodding to the pokemon and turning to go.

"You are welcome to keep her with you awhile, she enjoys such work. She'll return to me when she is ready."

It is several steps before she turns back. "Her name is Lucille, by the way, should you need it."

Kaida Adachi