Artemis stood in the lobby of the inn, still in two minds to whether actually join Thomas and the rest in the shop, or just keep to herself where Kiara can't bother her. She looked down at her bandaged hand and flexed her fingers, wincing a little as it moved. Artemis may have had patience in battle but when it came to healing her patience were few and far between.<br/><br/>The sound of the inn door swinging open behind her caught her attention. She had expected it to be a trainer slamming the door in a rush as they left for their adventure - she hd not expected to see the Ralts girl collapsed on the floor.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"H-hey?!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">The girl was looking directly at her which made the Aron feel rather uneasy. She looked around but no one was rushing to her aid, could they not see her?! Artemis dashed to the Ralts' side and knelt down beside her, supporting her head with her arm. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Are you ok?!" </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"><i>What a stupid question! </i>Artemis scolded herself. Of course she wasn't ok! She was losing consciousness in her arms and the poor thing looked beat. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">And still no one was coming to aid them!</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Hey... don't worry, you're safe" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis spoke softly, not wanting to spook the pokemon. As much as it wasn't her place to get involved, she couldn't leave the poor girl on the floor. She stood up, carrying the the Ralts with ease in her arms bridal style. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I've got you, just stick with me"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"> she continued to speak softly.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis looked around, maybe Thomas would know what to do! Then again... she'd probably get a lecture from the Houndour. No doubt the girl would mock her for showing compassion. No. Artemis would try and fix this herself. She turned and walked back towards the Chansey at the healing desk.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">"Back so soon?" she asked with a soft laugh, looking up from her clipboard.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Please you have to help this Ralts!! She literally just stumbled through the door and collapsed! She needs help"</span><br/><br/>"Is she a guardian? Our services are reserved for those taking part"<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I-I don't know! Can't you make an exception?! You can see she's in a bad way! You're really going to let someone suffer because they're not a guardian?! You healed that no good houndour and she wasn't a guardian!!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">It was clear the Aron's anger was bubbling as her eyes narrowed.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">"Your trainer seems to think differently."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"That's not the point! Will you heal her or not?! I'll pay for it myself if I have too!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis knew she had a very small coin purse tucked away. Her mother had given it her a long time ago when she had left home and she had kept it safe for an emergency. This seemed to warrant an emergency. </span>