Kuon is, quite frankly, overwhelmed. She takes a step back and teeters, dropping back into the damp dune beneath her with a metallic clatter. She has never had anyone treat her like this before. Offer anything to her that wasn't related to wanting some work.

Her shoulders rise and fall, her breathing quickening as she looks up at the four people.

"I...don't understand. You'll just...leave me alone? Just me and my Pokemon? Where I won't have to do anything?"

You don't want something from me?

You don't need me to do something for you?

You won't come looking for me?

You won't send me back...?

So many unasked questions fill her eyes, an almost childlike disbelief coloring her entire face. Why would strangers help her? Was it really for a few plants? Or was there some other meaning behind it?