Penalopy sighed and floated around James; when she was behind him she wrapped her arms around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. "James, why does everyone think not talking about it is the best thing for Niccia?" she complained. 
[i]"Well, miss Penalopy, you see,"[/i] James began, but she didn't give him the opportunity to finish.
Penalopy floated back to Rorsh. "I didn't want her to be unprepared for a possible face-to-face with Darkrai, imagine how much that would hurt~" She had a sad look on her face. "I know all that happened, but I didn't know if Arceus banned Darkrai or not. He should have, Darkrai was bad, but what will happen if he shows up unannounced?" She landed on the floor and stood next to her guardian. "Staying silent about it is not going to solve anything. Starfall is about us being together, to be happy, and I know that. But isn't it also to make peace when we had a fight with each other, to heal old wounds and burry old rivalries, to be supportive of each other? I'd rather have Niccia deal with it in a safe space while we are all there to comfort her, then to just not talk about what had happened. Healing comes from letting it out, not by locking it in."

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Michael nodded to Niccia when she said she'd change into something else. He too had put on some new, clean clothes. "Shall we check on uncle?" he asked his Cyndaquil, who nodded to him. He got up and turned to Niccia. "I'll see you outside," he told her, showing a gentle smile.
[i]"Do we bring him coffee?"[/i] Lytse asked.
"Maybe not a bad idea, he had one cup and a sandwich, but he always drinks two cups in the morning."

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Andy finished the sandwich he had gotten from Benny and threw away the package. He watched the area around him. From what he learned so far it would be easy to spot the Legendary Pokémon; they all looked human, but had certain characteristics normal humans didn't have. Hair that mimicked their appearance for instance, and a way of walking that was just different - the gait of someone not walking on two legs often, a certain air of superiority, or a hint of awkwardness. He wondered if his nephew had picked up on that, but he decided Michael was probably too busy swooning over Niccia to really look at other people, and Michae; wasn't used to observing as he was. Observing Pokémon had been his job for years after all.