At long last, Weavile stopped running and turned around. She had both her arms hanging at her sides. Since you were still in her fist, you were next to her hip and held sideways. By now, you were really hoping she would lift you up and hold you in a more stable, upright position after shaking you around for so long. Fortunately, it seemed like she was willing to do so, since the Sneasel trio was nowhere to be seen. She had escaped them, and could take some time to rest. Weavile sighed and sat down on a nearby rock, then held you up to her face. You were weak and queasy, and just stared at her as she smirked.
“Sorry, little guy,” she said. “I bet that was a pretty rough ride for you, huh?”
You just groaned in reply, making Weavile laugh.
“Anyway, we got away from those dumb kids. So now... what am I gonna do with you?”
You gulped nervously. Earlier, you did ask her if she could help you, but she never answered before the Sneasel appeared. Was she actually going to help you, or did she have other plans?
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