Ever since the encounter, Aisha had kept to Jake's side, clinging to his arm. The pleasant rush of the alcohol had made way for unpleasant nausea. It made it difficult to focus on the conversation the others were having.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"I.. I dont think that was a god. I dont believe in gods... It was probably just a very, very old and wise Pokemon."</span>She eventually said softly, as she huddled up against Jake, her face paler than normal. Why was it that every time they were having fun somewhere, something terrible happened? First Saisho, then on the mountain top, now here? Were bad events just following them, or were they following bad events?<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"Ung... I feel sick..."</span>She groaned, resting her head against Jake's shoulder as she closed her eyes. Whatever the outcome would be, she'd probably hear about it in the morning.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>