Once they arrive, Yakumo slid wordlessly off the Pokemon, leaving Iori and despondantly walking into the house. Surprisingly, there's no accident, no fire. The slow cooker was doing it's job, steaming away and making the food extra tender and smelling up the whole dwelling.

She shambled inside, pausing at the door to remove her shoes and ignoring the biting cold. At the very least, she owed him a meal before he left. And she was making for the kitchen when her wobbly legs, weary from the ride, the emotion, and the cold began to buckle. She didn't drop, thankfully. She managed to keep her feet and continue going.