"Hey. Are you hungry? Here."
At the sound of an unknown voice, Elda pulled her head out of its spot tucked into her underside, the growls coming from the empty pit in her stomach growing much older as the scent of an Oran Berry filled her nostrils. Eyes widening and mouth watering, she's couldn't help but snag the Berry from the Blaziken's grasp, taking a large, quick bite from its fruity center. "Fank you," she attempted to say through a mouth full of Berry, savoring its taste. "You're the beft!"
As soon as she swallowed the bite, Elda giggled a bit, sweat-dropping at her actions. "Sorry about that," she said before the Fire-type left. Shrugging his departure off, she finished her Berry in pure bliss, glad that someone was kind enough to help her out for no real reason. So there are still some nice people in this world, huh? she thought, gleefully, taking another bite of her Berry, which she held up with Psychic, sitting elegantly on the rock.