[Rindo does his best to hang on, and finds that he has a surprisingly easy time staying upright and stable despite the burden he's carrying. Maybe it's the roots putting his body into "tree mode", or the extra weight ensuring he doesn't fly off when Silvally passes over rough terrain. Perhaps both.
The whole time, he keeps watch over Gladion's small, prostrated form, looking for any signs of movement, especially from his tail—but he stays near perfectly still. If Rindo didn't know better, he might have assumed Gladion was asleep. Wouldn't that be nice.
The moment they arrive at the patch, Rindo goes into action. He retracts his roots and slides off the Pokémon, then runs toward the bramble wall and parts it in the same breath. Once he's on the other side, he tosses the parcels unceremoniously to the ground and hands himself the gloves and the shovel.
Time is of the essence. He should probably make a smaller ring than usual. The remains won't be as spread out, but Gladion's smaller… as long as his roots can do their thing, surely it'll be fine?
Rindo lets out a frustrated grunt. Just… just start digging. Stop waffling over pointless details.
His handiwork is very much rushed. He spares only a few worried glances at Silvally and its quarry throughout. A few minutes later, only vaguely satisfied with the results of his digging, he rushes over to the parcels, opening them and spreading their contents around as evenly as he can manage. …Hard to tell whether this feels better or worse than doing it when you're hungry. They're both terrible, anyway. Then, finally, he covers everything back up. It's sloppy work, but he can't make Gladion wait any longer.
He heads back out of the patch, where Silvally is waiting. He gives it a grateful nod before stepping around to its side to address its rider.]
It's ready.
[His voice sounds too loud in his ears.
He doesn't wait for a response. He picks up Gladion again, then carries him gently into the patch before placing him in the center and stepping back, clear of the ring. It's all up to him now…]
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The whole time, he keeps watch over Gladion's small, prostrated form, looking for any signs of movement, especially from his tail—but he stays near perfectly still. If Rindo didn't know better, he might have assumed Gladion was asleep. Wouldn't that be nice.
The moment they arrive at the patch, Rindo goes into action. He retracts his roots and slides off the Pokémon, then runs toward the bramble wall and parts it in the same breath. Once he's on the other side, he tosses the parcels unceremoniously to the ground and hands himself the gloves and the shovel.
Time is of the essence. He should probably make a smaller ring than usual. The remains won't be as spread out, but Gladion's smaller… as long as his roots can do their thing, surely it'll be fine?
Rindo lets out a frustrated grunt. Just… just start digging. Stop waffling over pointless details.
His handiwork is very much rushed. He spares only a few worried glances at Silvally and its quarry throughout. A few minutes later, only vaguely satisfied with the results of his digging, he rushes over to the parcels, opening them and spreading their contents around as evenly as he can manage. …Hard to tell whether this feels better or worse than doing it when you're hungry. They're both terrible, anyway. Then, finally, he covers everything back up. It's sloppy work, but he can't make Gladion wait any longer.
He heads back out of the patch, where Silvally is waiting. He gives it a grateful nod before stepping around to its side to address its rider.]
It's ready.
[His voice sounds too loud in his ears.
He doesn't wait for a response. He picks up Gladion again, then carries him gently into the patch before placing him in the center and stepping back, clear of the ring. It's all up to him now…]