As the Ninetales's expression turned to one of sadness, Elda couldn't stop her own from copying it, a slight frown forming on her lips and her brow furrowing. "Uh..." she let out an awkward sound, unsure of how to respond to his words. "I-I'm sure you just need a bit of practice. Yeah! All you gotta do is practice, and you'll become a worthy opponent in no time!"
Her eyes quickly shot open at her poor choice of words, and the shiny Espeon held a paw up and shook it frantically in front of her. "That's not what I meant! W-What I meant to say was that you need to practice to become a good fighter!" She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she spoke. "There it is. Sorry 'bout that..."
Looking off to the side at a group of dancing Pokémon, Elda calmed herself down, as she was still a bit frantic and worried about her verbal slip-up. She sighed, looking back to the Ninetales with one eye open. "Truth is, I was pretty bad at battling, too, back when I did. My Trainer only used me as defense, and to this day I'm not sure if I should thank her for that or not. Now I avoid battles as much as possible, act like they never happen, like they don't exist. It's a good life. Until you get caught in a battle." Chuckling awkwardly, Elda's attention moved back to the dancing Pokémon once again, and she fell into a sort of trance, almost in awe of some of the dances she watched.