[Fai smiles, then, because just the way Feliks is so ready to fight for his sake, quite possibly literally if necessary, is a comfort in itself. It had taken a lot out of him to stand there and listen to people who found the collapse of his entire world to be nothing more than an interesting addition to their arsenal of gossip. But there were little things that, to his surprise, ended up putting more back. Like his mother looking ready to stab those people with her fork, and his father murmuring, 'Dear, not with a salad fork' to calm her down and draw a smile from her. And now Feliks, and the pokémon, and this warm little space in the world... it somehow managed to balance out.]

Maybe later. Anyway, they're out there and we're in here, right? If they try to lay siege on us, I'm sure we could defend our position with a little help.

[He reaches down for a moment and gives Cezar's fur a gentle pat now that he seems to have settled down a bit.]