<div style="text-align:justify">Dendra began smirking as Kiara woke up and was about to open her caustic mouth before the houndour started talking. Somehow this was worse than angry words meant to intimidate, this was more like a cautionary tale by one of her sisters. It chilled her to the bone, the concept of her underlings... her friends being hunted down. But she still would puff her chest, put on a cheeky smirk and say <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"We're tougher than we look, and smarter too, we have more than one hideout, we have traps, we have plans within plans... nothing to worry about"</span> She left a 'but thank you' unsaid, giving Kiara perhaps the first look of respect she'd ever shown her. Dendra's demeanor was a tad... grimmer the rest of the way to the Inn. She was not out of it as hs managed to stop the door with her hand before she got hit.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"> "Nice try shiny-face"</span> she taunted, with her usual smirk​</div><br/><div style="text-align:justify">Once there she raised a brow at being called a Guardian. Yeah her really, she couldn't help but chuckle as they went deeper into the building, as well as a small point of pride where they were described as a 'scary gang'... she had to get in contact with the others. She pulled her hood up as she went along with the others. She couldn't think of a good quip for when flame bitch got carted away so she kept quiet. She slumped down on a seat near the table and sighed. She looked, a bit uncomfortable and yet a bit voyeuristically <i>too </i>comfortable as the Trainer and his Guardian embraced, it seemed warm and caring and, oh spirits was she jealous!? Her poison sacks swole a tad bit in irritation, just before the Trainer came up himself and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, looking at her in the eyes. She felt herself resonating with his aura and that was... odd, a bit too intimate, exciting and yet scary as well. The seed of an idea of someone as weak as her becoming Guardian was planted in the back of her mind, risible as it may be. Him having puppy eyes may have helped, who knows. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Well"</span> Dendra found her voice again<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"> "I would really need to speak with the guys... buuut who the hell turns down free food huh?"</span> she gave him a toothy smile <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Yeah we're cool, so long I can bring out some food, got it?"</span> she said. After agreeing on the logistics of such a task she walked off without excusing herself to make a call, pulling out her flip phone and calling Horn.​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"Hey boss, How's it going?"​</div><div style="text-align:justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Getting a free dinner off this sucker, so fantastic!... er and you guys?"</span>​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"Yeah, we're good, probs getting home soon. its late y'know?"​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">Yeah, of course. Listen, be careful, go to the other, <i>other</i> hideout, don't come back to the shroomshack"</span>​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"Why, the Nightfires are gonna come push our shit in?"​</div><div style="text-align:justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"..."</span>​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"Oh fuck you're not kidding... I'll tell the guys."​</div><div style="text-align:justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"stay safe, check my yard for supplies, I don't want you guys to get <i>too </i>hurt 'cuz I ran my mouth"</span>​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"...Ok, ok can do Boss"​</div><div style="text-align:justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Bye Horn"</span>  she closed her phone and after finding a charger near a Pokedex charging station she came back to the table and took a seat again. She lifted her glasses up to the top of her head and pinched her bridge. This got... out of hand, and this time it wasn't funny. She thought of the trainer, and how he said he'd fight if he needed to because it was his dream. She'd get creamed if she tried that... She wished she was strong enough to declare that, back it up and mean it.​</div>