“—Right, that’s arguably pretty important! Turtwig, how are you feeling?”
Grant crouched down to look over his turtle friend’s injuries. On a closer inspection, he could’ve probably guessed Turtwig to be moderately injured — though, as he did have some form of medical background, he was able to tell that those pecks struck remarkably true.
“...Hold on, poor guy, I’ve gotcha. Think on the bright side. I’ll have names for you three before we get to the next city.”
After a moment of fiddling, he procured a small purple bottle from one of his pockets — a Potion, as it were, though he only packed two or three. Abra wasn’t one to get into scuffles, but he couldn’t consider himself a ‘doctor’ without something in the way of medicine.
With a few well-placed sprays of the Potion, it seemed that the wound disappeared just like magic. A process that surprised him without fail, every time — for he tried doing this to himself, too, with little to show for it aside from chemical burns.
“...There we are. Good as new. Sorry for the wait — it was way too dangerous to do that mid-combat.”
He laughed a little, before popping open the ball featuring his new feathered ally — repeating the same process with his other Potion, carefully as to not scare the bird, as he glanced to Victoria.
“He’ll be alright soon enough,” he noted, as if trying to be reassuring. “I guess it wasn’t my brightest idea for that to be my first fight, but it still worked out, right?”
Grant crouched down to look over his turtle friend’s injuries. On a closer inspection, he could’ve probably guessed Turtwig to be moderately injured — though, as he did have some form of medical background, he was able to tell that those pecks struck remarkably true.
“...Hold on, poor guy, I’ve gotcha. Think on the bright side. I’ll have names for you three before we get to the next city.”
After a moment of fiddling, he procured a small purple bottle from one of his pockets — a Potion, as it were, though he only packed two or three. Abra wasn’t one to get into scuffles, but he couldn’t consider himself a ‘doctor’ without something in the way of medicine.
With a few well-placed sprays of the Potion, it seemed that the wound disappeared just like magic. A process that surprised him without fail, every time — for he tried doing this to himself, too, with little to show for it aside from chemical burns.
“...There we are. Good as new. Sorry for the wait — it was way too dangerous to do that mid-combat.”
He laughed a little, before popping open the ball featuring his new feathered ally — repeating the same process with his other Potion, carefully as to not scare the bird, as he glanced to Victoria.
“He’ll be alright soon enough,” he noted, as if trying to be reassuring. “I guess it wasn’t my brightest idea for that to be my first fight, but it still worked out, right?”