[Lyra just lays there in the snow for a moment, registering Silver's voice, and she sits up to turn to face him.
She's honestly barely taking note of the surrounding Pokémon. If she seems hesitant it's because she is - she's never been one to hide her feelings, even if she'd rather let people not worry about her, but it's just hard to now - and the girl'll continue to sit there. Trying to be her more usual perky self, but...]
What... What makes you say that, Silver? We're just playing. And Sprouty'd whip me out of here if he thought it was trouble.
[He doesn't look half as tired as the other one did, and that sneer is very much familiar. But Lyra's still unusually wary as she remembers his words - unremarkable, weak-minded, predictable.]
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She's honestly barely taking note of the surrounding Pokémon. If she seems hesitant it's because she is - she's never been one to hide her feelings, even if she'd rather let people not worry about her, but it's just hard to now - and the girl'll continue to sit there. Trying to be her more usual perky self, but...]
What... What makes you say that, Silver? We're just playing. And Sprouty'd whip me out of here if he thought it was trouble.
[He doesn't look half as tired as the other one did, and that sneer is very much familiar. But Lyra's still unusually wary as she remembers his words - unremarkable, weak-minded, predictable.]