[center][h1][b][color=violet]Clarissa Ryte[/color][/b][/h1]

[sub][i]Waiting Area/Reception, League Administration HQ, Grand Glory City[/i][/sub][/center]

In the end it really didn't surprise her to see Sir Lopsalot check in on the nervous child. He'd always been the sort to keep an eye on her own state well enough, admittedly, and was of the more 'extroverted' sort to boot. Yet upon seeing the child's hand jerk back after almost petting the Buneary, Clarissa felt a pang of something inside of herself. A knee-jerk reaction of sadness, perhaps, that the child seemed so nervous about things altogether? Ah. But, well, she couldn't assume the contents of others' lives just as much as they could assume hers. Yet before she could say anything to respond, even if her mouth was but a moment away from doing so, the child looked to her and asked in a smaller, and audibly nervous, tone of voice- 

[quote=???]"S-s-sorry. Um... Is it... is it okay if... if I pet them? Please?"[/quote]

...Ahem. Yes, it was indeed respectful to ask a trainer something like that about their Pokemon. Taking a quiet breath in and out through her own nose, then, Clarissa would let the two corners of her mouth move up a little bit. At the same time, Sir Lopsalot would take note of his trainer's own expression and, with a little smile, give Amelia a little hug to try to tell her things were 'ok' in his own little way. 

[color=violet]"You may pet him, no need to worry. He's quite friendly and outgoing little Pokemon, and picks up on things well."[/color]

Then, rising from her seat and leaving her pack on the floor, she walked over without being in a rush and squatted down with the child and Sir Lopsalot while getting down to their level. Clarissa would then point with her right index finger behind Sir Lopsalot's right ear. her voice then lowered some as she semi-whispered to the little girl (as she had now determined for herself in this matter) when she spoke next. If Amelia tried to pet Sir Lopsalot or such, then, he'd frankly go along with it happily for his part. 

[color=violet]"He even likes scritches behind his right ear a fair bit, to tell you a little secret."[/color]

Hmm. Something felt familiar about all of this a little bit. A tiny bit...nostalgic even. Haha. But in lieu with trying to not spook the child, or hopefully seemingly worsen her nerves, Clarissa didn't try to be pushy about things. However, she had just about forgotten the tiny smile now on her face in the heat of the moment all the same. 

[@Joshua Tamashii]