A healer. Ebony gave a small smile, partially out of relief, although deep inside her mind, a tiny spark of excitement had light. She unfolded, revealing slender arms and legs, a body that looked as if it had only recently put on a minute amount of weight, breasts about the size of two hands, and hips of a larger form than the rest of her body suggested. Inching a bit closer, she studied him, familiarizing herself with his features. Admittedly, he was quite handsome, and her cheeks went very discreetly pink; her heart pounded louder and faster. She had the sudden urge to reach out and touch him, caressing his face gently, but she squashed the inner rebellion swiftly. Her question did not anger him, nevertheless, there was no telling what could set him against her.<br/><br/>"My name," she said, speaking softly over the fire, "is Ebony. Yes, I've heard many stories about what humans did with captured Pokemon, each one contradicting the other...." She paused, considering her words. "If you wish to examine me, go on right ahead, Master Daren. I won't fight you." Just in case he did decide to become violent, she added mentally to herself, but she wouldn't dare say that to his face. Besides, no need to jump the gun just yet. See if it the price of freedom was worth it for the adventure.