Gently petting the Wyrdeer, Bo can’t help a small smile. At least there was someone here who could understand. She had honestly been a bit surprised with how well Din had settled into life here. She wasn’t sure she could manage it.

So much of her life has been spent in conflict and struggle. Even the brief moments of peace proved to be difficult. Her own scar a testimony to that. A diagonal line across the right side of her forehead. Extending from her hairline to the corner of her brow. It was old and faint, but it was there.

“I should be home, rebuilding my planet.” A slight note of frustration in her voice, but it passes quickly. “But for now, I’m doing my best to learn about these Pokémon.”