Chapter 24.7

Ethan lay exhausted across the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body trembled with spent effort. His Rangers uniform and gear lay in a discarded pile beside the bed—torn and tangled, evidence of the frantic way it had been removed.

Ito moved through the room with practiced grace, her steps unnervingly silent on the wooden floor as she retied her kimono with fluid precision. The fabric settled against her skin as she hummed with residual energy, a sharp contrast to Ethan's depleted state.

"That was fun," she remarked, her voice carrying the light, musical quality of someone thoroughly satisfied. "We should do it again."

Ethan's response was muffled against the pillow. "Hate you... hate you so much..."

Ito chuckled, the sound soft and knowing as she picked up Droplet's Pokéball from the nightstand.

"Hah, no you don't," she grinned, pressing the release button with deliberate slowness.

The Azumarill materialized in a flash of red light, blinking momentarily before her eyes focused on Ethan's prone form. She chirped and bounded onto the bed, immediately curling against his side.

"Be good now," Ito instructed, leaning over to stroke Droplet's ears with fond familiarity. "Thanks for the adventure~"

"Really want to..." Ethan murmured, the words barely audible as exhaustion claimed him.

"Love you too," Ito responded, already moving toward the door. "Drink lots of water. I'll order you some room service..."

The latch clicked softly as she eased the door shut, cutting off her final instructions. Alone in the room, Droplet made a small, happy sound as she nestled closer to her trainer, her blue body a comforting presence against his exhausted frame.

Ethan's breathing evened out, deepening as sleep finally claimed him.

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Chapter 24.8

Ito's feet barely seemed to touch the floor as she moved through the hallway, her steps so light they might have been bouncing on air.

Whatever exhaustion Ethan had accumulated seemed to have migrated entirely in the opposite direction, surging through her with electric vitality that made every nerve ending hum. The her old world had been starving her, this pokemon realm made her feel alive in ways her original home hadn't in years.

Ito reached the outdoor lounge glowing with the smug satisfaction of someone who had enjoyed herself enormously. Her upper eyes narrowed with predatory pleasure as she scanned the area.

Hibi was where she had left her, the Bayleef's leaf gleaming in the afternoon light.

Webby was busy weaving small, intricate patterns in the railing, her blue legs moving with arachnid precision.

Rocky was still being Rocky, immovable, patient and massive.

And on one broad, relatively flat section of his stone body, something small remained curled in shadow.

Gold points.

Dark ribbons.

A faint purple shimmer.

The occupant was completely asleep, her tiny body curled into impossible angles as her shadowy appendages twitched occasionally with dream-whims.

Webby glanced toward the small sleeper once, adjusting her position without breaking the rhythm of her weaving.

Rocky shifted less than an inch, his great body responding with perfect sensitivity to the small creature's sleep movements.

The tiny sleeper settled more deeply into the stone.

Good.

Ito approached the outdoor bar with deliberate intent, her movements carrying the confidence of someone who had thoroughly won their most recent game. She ordered a drink with a flick of her fingers, requesting something colorful and unnecessary.

By the time Ravina eventually walked into the courtyard, Ito had seated herself on the lounge and consumed half of her beverage as perfected her expression of careful innocence.