Meals and Petting

This was the most Galarian Corsola had spoken since Baimu caught it.

Unfortunately, it was talking to Chansey.

Baimu watched the whole exchange without understanding a word. He sat cross-legged, chin propped in one hand, waiting for them to finish.

Whatever Galarian Corsola said seemed extraordinary. Chansey's eyes quickly filled with tears.

Baimu thought Corsola must have described something terrible it had endured, perhaps how miserable its death had been. But the next moment, Chansey's tears stopped as though time had frozen. Its face tightened, the tears vanished back into its eyes, and it gave Corsola a thoroughly speechless look.

"Lucky?"

"Cors..."

"Lucky!"

"Cors..."

"Lucky..."

Their conversation ended there.

Galarian Corsola turned to study Baimu for a moment, then drifted slowly toward the living room.

Chansey rubbed its face, looking deeply conflicted. Faced with its trainer's expectant gaze, it began gesturing wildly.

What it had to convey was too complicated. Even with the understanding they had built up, they still couldn't make sense of it after a long exchange. They only finished when Galarian Corsola floated back, looking thoroughly satisfied.

As soon as Galarian Corsola noticed Baimu looking over, its satisfied expression sank into gloom. Once again, it was the Corsola that looked utterly done with life.

"This little..."

Baimu's mouth twitched.

Part of what the two had discussed was where Galarian Corsola came from—

It hadn't formed from a Corsola that died in the Lental Region. It came from somewhere much farther away, though even it didn't know exactly where.

All it remembered was a Crawdaunt attacking it for no apparent reason. While fighting back, it had accidentally fallen into an underground river and been swept out to sea. There it latched onto a migrating pod of Wailord and Wailmer, eventually reaching the waters near the Lental Region and