For the longest time nothing seems to happen... it's not enough to get discouraged though, especially that the views in this location are so beautiful. The light shines through the tree canopy above and Honya so desperately tries to pretend that it's all real. It almost is, after all it's been years since she's last visited a similar place in real life. At this point it might not even match her expectations. She sits on the wet grass... or what should be wet grass and finds it surprisingly comfortable. Midori leans into her as though she could read her thoughts... and maybe she can? Who knows the actual limits of this novel technology they're using? Absentmindedly, Yuya strokes the rough skin on the critter's head. Her own pokemon, if she could only stay here forever. But... doing so would hurt her parents. So maybe not now, but maybe sometime in the future. When she'll be her own person. Truthfully, she never felt more free than here. She just wishes she could talk to someone, someone kind. Midori is great, but she won't answer her.