Adolphian sighed loudly and went quiet. This person seemed so... Unfortunate. Their Pokemon appeared to be wounded and they didn't seem much better. Believing they didn't carry much of a threat, he stepped out of cover and revealed himself. His Ninetales stood by his side. Without his input, a Gardevoir appeared by his other side, seeking to provide assistance if it was needed. The three beings were now fully visible by Elena, and what a strange trio they were. Shaking his head, he pinched the bridge of his nose as he approached. Gesturing for his Pokemon to stay behind, as if to avoid provoking the massive serpent. "You are wounded. You need be more careful." He chastised.

He stopped to consider his options. This person was clearly in a bad spot, and they certainly looked as if both they and their Pokemon needed medical attention. While he only just met them and their clear lack of regard for their own safety was apparent, he had an obligation to help the wounded. After all, what kind of doctor would just abandon someone who needed help. He stood still for an awkwardly long time. The silence felt like it lasted half an hour, though in reality it was more like a few minutes. His Gardevoir got closer and stood by his side. She projected her thoughts into the minds of those nearby, certainly a feat typical of a psychic type. "They have somewhere to be, doktor. Maybe we can help eachother?" She suggested. Her 'voice' was incredibly soft and had a faint hint of a singsong tone to it. If Elena didn't know any better, she might have assumed the Gardevoir to be an angel.

Though as far as anyone knew, heaven wasn't full of strange blue men and equally strange crystal-laden Ninetales. Adolphian turned to the psychic fairy with a concerned look on his face. "Are you sure, Lekarzie? They could be dangerous." He spoke, giving what he thought was a valid concern. This prompted the fairy to gently smack him on the head, though clearly not hard enough to cause any sort of pain. "What kind of doctor are you? They need help! The airship is fixed, we'll be able to head out when this is done." She scolded him. Adolphian sighed, flipping up his collar to hide his face as he blushed from the embarrassment of being chewed out by his own Pokemon. While there were certainly language barriers, at least with the psychic type, language barriers were practically nonexistent due to some sort of psychic phenomenon not entirely clear. Reluctantly, the doctor reached into his bag and pulled out some equipment.

"Very well... I help you. You need stay still, though." He commented as he got close to Fynn. Though he didn't exactly have anything to help a potential concussion, he had a means to heal the tissue damage. First, the affected area is cleaned, to ensure the injury didn't get infected. Afterwards, a sort of stinging spray is applied to the wounded area. The liquid certainly hurt a bit as it made contact with the wounds, but no worse than applying a potion. The pain was quick to fade as he applied a secondary liquid, this being a sort of cream to help speed up the healing factor and to reduce any risk of scarring. Finally, the wounds were wrapped in a medicated bandage, coated with a slight adhesive that also acted as an antiseptic. While potions may have healed instantly, it would have taken a few hours to restore the injured tissue back to healthy skin and scales and whatever else once more. Unfortunately, he wouldn't have been able to do anything for potential brain trauma. But it's unlikely such a massive serpent would have had suffered a concussion.

Lo and behold, it wasn't long before he'd successfully treated both trainer and Pokemon. Thanks to his diligent work, it was as though they never got into an accident! Of course, the wounds still ached a bit, but for what limited equipment he had, he did his best. "How that feel? Better?" He asked, seating himself. His Ninetales approached the giant sea monster, sniffing at it a bit. "Kim jesteś? Osobliwe stworzenie, zdecydowanie! Nigdy nie spotkałem kogoś takiego jak ty!(Translation: What are you? A peculiar creature, indeed! I've never met someone like you!)" She asked Fynn. To translate, Lekarzie translated. "Allow me. She's asking what you are. She's never met a creature quite like your serpent here. None of us have, in fact." She spoke.

Adolphian pulled a flask from his bag and took a swig, sighing in passive calm. He then offered it to Elena, giving a tired smile. "Care for drink? Rukala light whiskey, it nice. Oh, before forget... Where were you going? Once we ensured transport has repaired, perhaps we drop you off. Never trusted flying on a Pokemon. But Stahlblatt technology is best in world!" He smiled. Though his initial impression was gruff and distrusting, he seemed to have mellowed out a bit. Perhaps it was the whiskey, or perhaps helping treat someone's wounds lead to a sort of appreciation of them. His Pokemon certainly helped to calm him as well.

It was hard for him not to smile watching as the Ninetales attempted to play with Fynn. She attempted to chase him around in circles, despite the fact he was much bigger than she was. Reaching into his bag once more, he pulled out a few packages marked in some sort of script in an unknown language. At least, unknown to those who couldn't read the language of Eisenish. They seemed to contain a bar of some sort of food. "Here. For your Pokemon. Nutrient bars. Not as tasty as proper meal, but good treat for travel." He spoke. Opening one up for himself, they seemed to be very similar to pemmican, being a bar of mixed dried meat and fruit and grain. The flavour was in fact surprisingly good despite the fact they looked like they came from a bowl of kitchen scrap. Fruity and meaty, with a faint oaty flavour.