The silence of Precipice was unsettling. Water was difficult- in water, sound stretched and warped, making any known landscape twisted and alien. Silence, though, offered nothing. It was like being made blind again, and while that could be frightening- it also afforded a place with no distractions.

To find? More than that, Verai. To retrieve. I hope you'll be part of it, when the time comes.

He was certain the Professor meant well, but- Was it the right thing to do? The Prince had surely taken it for a reason, hadn't he? But what was that reason? His thoughts tumbled no closer to an answer.

Further, still, at a cat call.

One ear flicks back to show he is listening to Kazuki, though the rest of him doesn't move. Kazuki's voice gives shape to the blank area- and the pokemon he's let out beside him.

Verai finally turned, moving to stand before Kaz and his pokemon, clearly still ruminating on something. "You can't shave a cat hairless." He said, holding a hand out- for a soft head to pess into his palm, nuzzzling. "But I don't have anything to give you in return, Kazuki. I'm afraid you caught me just back from the Professor's tent."

Verai was growing more and more discontent as Kazuki spoke. Sure, the man's usual affect was... unkind, but never outright malicious. He always looked after Sprigatito, and if his loudly complained story was right, he'd helped try to save Silvermoon's life- at the cost of his own.

But... this felt different. Threatening to throw an animal into the shrine, because- he wasn't even sure why. Why had Kazuki gotten a pokemon he so despised?

"... Kazuki," He started, reaching to try and soothe the hissing absol. "There's no need for that." He turned, a bit, ears twitching as he recounted what was in his box currently. "I- let me take their pokeball, and- I'll catch you something that isn't trash, alright?" All he had were his cats, the rufflet Kazuki would hate, and- he did not trust Kazuki with Ya'ath. Giving someone else a blade you'd already cut with was... a death sentence, regardless.

He held his hand out, expectantly. Wpuld the game even allow this? A... a delayed trade?