No- I think the worst of it was myself, actually- cracked ribs. ... I'm doing way better now, thankfully.

( but it wouldn't be the first time she'd had to survive in less than stellar conditions anyways? she's just glad it wasn't the case.

she offers king a little half-smile, at least- she might be cranky, but she's not going to take it out on a pokemon, certainly. and perhaps finally, a sleepy little cyndaquil pokes its head out over her shoulder.

yeah, he was just clinging to her back like this the whole time. )

I don't have a name for this guy, yet. ... I can at least guarantee that this dimension isn't normally like this. Has anyone given you the rundown about how it usually is?