Sophia's hand remains still, tightening when the Gengar sinks its hand into Sinbad's head but not dropping away, not pulling him free. She's afraid for him, yes, and her heart aches for the Gengar - to be so angry, so hurt, speaks much of it's pain - but there is a certain level of trust she's prepared to placed. Sinbad offered, and thus far...

Thus far the young man shows no sign of pain. Just compassion, which earns her respect. There's no hiding the breathe that escapes her lips when the Ghost-type pulls back and away, though she does not yet let her shoulders slump, nor let herself relax. Especially as something small escapes the company of her older pokémon, small hooves picking across the dirt until the ponyta pushes her nose between Sinbad and Sophia so she can look up at the Gengar.

Can we go home? She doesn't quite understand this talk of fools or companions, but her little flame puff of a tail flickers as she talks. The filly foal is shy, but earnest, especially now the ghost pokémon isn't yelling any more. Do you want to come home, too?