[From behind Angel, a flabebe meets the gaze of her fellow flower-pokemon. She lets out a pleased little cry, fluttering over to chatter with her.]
[Angel, on the other hand, quickly straightened up. She brushed some of the dirt from her own dress. She held out a hand and offered a beaming, if tired, smile.]
I'll be fine, I promise. [Really, this wasn't the worst thing she had suffered through.] Are you doing alright?
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[Angel, on the other hand, quickly straightened up. She brushed some of the dirt from her own dress. She held out a hand and offered a beaming, if tired, smile.]
I'll be fine, I promise. [Really, this wasn't the worst thing she had suffered through.] Are you doing alright?