The aron watched on, a feeling of hopelessness inside her as the ralts girl was carried away. She rubbed her arm as she waited and looked about, wandering what to do next. She knew she should return and find Thomas and the others, but she couldn't leave the ralts on her own for when she woke up. Artemis began to pace in frustration, walking towards the shop to find the others, but she would stop herself and return to the help desk not wanting to leave the girl on her own. Her thoughts circled as her actions repeated themselves until eventually she saw the chansey and ralts return.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Hey?! Are you ok?" </span>she asked concerned, running up to the counter as the chansey set Hana down and finished her check up. The older woman handed the injured girl some crutches when she was finished.<br/><br/>Artemis didn't know why she cared so much. She didn't know this girl. But she sensed she was vulnerable and needed help. The signal that Hana sent too hit her deep, like it had been peering into her soul and set her a little on edge.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I... I'm just glad I could help"</span>Artemis laughed softly, rubbing her head awkwardly. She never was very good at taking compliments. The laughter in her throat died away when Hana mentioned the earthquake and the aron soon felt cold in fear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Oh gosh!! The earthquake!!  I'm - I'm so sorry that was my fault! There was bandits and my trainer called for me to attack..." </span>she hung her head in shame, cursing herself for injuring an innocent party.<br/><br/>Yet the Ralts never seemed mad, she just seemed happy someone had helped her when she needed it most. Artemis slowly lifted her head, still feeling terrible for what happened. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">You... honestly don't need to tell Thomas anything... you're fixed up now and that's what matters" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Unsure of herself, the young girl slowly extended her hand, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"My name is Artemis... I hope you can forgive me, if not, you have my name if you want to complain to tournament organisers. Just please don't stop Thomas from competing."</span>