There was a time when this behavior from him would have made her cross. But she understands him better now.

She moved to kneel by him, concerned.

That was when she saw what was in his lap.

Oh. Even having only brief flashes of memories, she knew the man in the photograph. She didn't know his name, or anything about him beyond he'd been willing to transgress all natural and cultural laws. And Scar had loved him, very much.

She couldn't blame him for vanishing the way he had. Or begrudge him wanting his solitude. But it was so cold....

"I can borrow a Pokemon, to take you to the cottage."

The words were spoken very softly.