FUCKING ACTION

[Fai is honestly on the very edge of consciousness by the point when the blurry flying figures descend over him. The emotional stress of so much pain and loneliness and guilt coming unwound all at once, when applied to a body that hasn't had proper rest or food for a while now... well, it's just a bit much. He raises his head where he's slumped against a mostly dead tree, blinking desperately to clear his muddled vision. Five pokémon are clustered around him, worried and protective, but as he feels them part he knows that they have recognized at least one of the new arrivals. He knows what that means.]

Feliks? [And not just him, by the sound of it, but right now... right now, Feliks matters more than anything else.]