Annie floated over to her rowlet adopted-child's side, somewhat miffed that she had been snatched from her feelers by a strange greninja, but she couldn't really complain. Not if the little pokemon was safe, at least.
"Daisy," she crooned softly, checking the little pokemon over with her feelers, "Are you alright?"
"Daisy," she crooned softly, checking the little pokemon over with her feelers, "Are you alright?"