Cimmerian's tail goes still in his surprise, the growl weakening, then dying in his lungs, ears still pinned back.The acrid taste of fear taints the air, the narrowness of suspicion. But he does not lash out, or grow more aggressive. The luxray's gaze never turns away, never dips from the strangers in its vicinity, poignant in its sharpness. But his breathing comes easier, and he rolls a soft sound in his throat, akin to a bird's cooing. Cadeyrn glances at him lightly, but breathes out slowly, and his hand gently scritches at his jawline, still lost in the thick mane almost down this his elbow.

By his side, his trainer gently removes his hand from the mane, cards his fingers smoothly through it one last time, before he murmurs something only for his pokemon to hear. It's a soft and delicate parting, and Cimmerian is returned to his small home, quietly dispelling whatever tensions he had left in his wake.

"You've handled him quite well." Silver eyes turn to meet Naeva's own golden ones, fearless, just as she is. The pokeball is still in his hands, but cradled softly in both palms, thumbs rubbing against the smooth black surface. "Cimmerian doesn't like strangers." It's why he'd allowed his pokemon out only here, in the far wilderness of the cliffs, and the last golden rays of the afternoon sun slowly coming to shimmer over the horizon.

"What's your name?" She's... well, not impressed him, per say, but he does extend the courtesy to her. He'll bear her name to mind.