"Pewter City has to be close by," Naia murmured for what was probably the fifth time in an hour, her brows having creased with more and more worry with each repetition, "Don't fret, okay Ithel? We'll get you to a Pokemon Center soon."

The Gastly in question was presently cradled in the young woman's arms, clearly worn out but otherwise no worse for wear. Naia was relieved that she had had the foresight to buy a variety of potions during her last stop, but there was still only so much that she could do herself. She didn't know why the swarm of beedrill they had encountered had been so aggressive, but had Ithel not leapt to her defense, she was sure that she would be lying on the forest floor by now.

Still, she couldn't claim to be pleased considering the present circumstances either; it felt like she had been circling the same trees for hours on end. At some point, Charity had pulled herself out of her own Pokeball in order to check on and tend to her ghostly friend, but the fact of the matter was that Naia wasn't going to rest easy until Ithel was under the careful watch of a trained nurse. The only problem was finding her way out of here, or--

"Ah." Her eyes grew round as a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Turning, her gaze immediately fell on the young man and his Pikachu, and before she could even think about it, her lips parted.

"Hello there!" There was a pause as she struggled to find what to say, and then she smiled weakly and tilted her head. "Do you happen to know which way I should go to get to Pewter City?" [i]Please say yes.[/i]