Emil felt more than just a bit relieved as he heard that Stella had indeed also born witness to the strange occurrence earlier on. A small wave of reassurance and revitalized self-confidence washed over the boy, and he found himself straightening his back as if on reflex. Her having seen the same thing he did meant he was not a loon, and that he had not overlooked an ability or a similarly simple explanation. He had done his research well. The fault was not his, and the mistake could have, thus, happened to anyone. "You did..." Emil mumbled in confirmation, curiosity being the next emotion to take over his mind. Brows raised expectantly, he focused all his attention on the girl now. He wasn't sure what to expect, but what she said was definitely not it. A new type? That sounded ridiculous. They had not discovered a new type in ages, not ever since the evolution of the steel type decades ago. He did have to admit that he was not an expert on type evolutions, as he had only read a few books on the subject during his years of education, but still... Why now? What brought about this new type, and why the resistance to dragons? Emil glanced at the sole Pokéball on his belt. Why dragons, when that was the only type he currently possessed? He did have to admit that a Clefable defeating a Garchomp would be hilarious though, if utterly outrageous. "I see," Emil replied after a moment, not really sure what to say. He didn't want to straight out admit not having heard anything of the sort in case there was some truth to her words, as he didn't want to appear ignorant. At the same time, he didn't want to just blindly agree with hearsay. "That is an interesting piece of rumour, indeed. And if true, it definitely begs the question of why and how. I'd personally be very interested in hearing the specifics. I studied type theory a little in the past few years, and it was intriguing." Emil hoped, partly, that Stella would also share some background information as far as her education went. He wanted to know if he surpassed her in that regard, at least. He glanced at the battleground, at the intense battle unfolding between Nerissa and Whitney and found his lips slightly curling into an amused smile.[i] She [/i]definitely didn't beat him in academics, at least.