[The Nymph part of Rindo's brain is quite content with Gladion's roots wrapping themselves around him, for some reason. Nice and stable, not going anywhere… No, maybe it's the human part, actually.]

I don't mind it at all.

[Sure, let's go with that. He actually sounds a little pleased. It's really good to be able to talk again like this—a balm to Rindo's heart. He lets out a little laugh at Gladion's analogy.]

Big responsibility. Kinda doubt I'd be up to the task if it was for real.

[He shoots Gladion a sideway glance as they pass through the bramble ring. He closes it back up without even sparing it a look. The sooner they leave, the better. All the tools are already gathered near Silvally—he'd had plenty of time for it.]

…You do kinda look like a Pokémon.

[He guesses, at least. He's only seen three, but it's enough to get a sense of what looks Pokémon-like. Maybe. And he had thought this from the start, but he figures saying it out loud would please Gladion, with how much respect he has for Pokémon.]