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"Yeah, good idea..." Finding herself looking over the other's Pokemon now as Swabs went to perch on her shoulder, bumping his dirty wing into her face as if he wanted her to help clean it. "Alrighty then." Doing her best to pick out the bits of black... Whatever they were. She just did her best not to think about it.

"Seems me and Mane have something in common then." Wondering if he'd like a bit of venison jerky she'd made as she got a small piece out to offer it to the Typhlosion. "I was wondering when you'd notice that! My height depends upon my emotions. That's actually why I first started living as a nomad, 'cuz I mean... If I lose control I can easily hurt or kill people. It wasn't until later on I learned enough control to visit civilization." Smiling faintly as she could feel Swabs snuggling against her again. She guessed he was imagining how rough that must have been.

"There's the positive to this er... Sizeshifting. Too. But I saw a lot of things I would rather not have as a lil anklebiter." Shaking her head as she seemed to be remembering some of the worse memories, expressive eyes dimming a bit- losing that usual hopeful shine. It was only when Swabs said something to her that she snapped out of it. "Oh... The jerky? Yeah, I did make it myself. I don't care as much for all that commercialized food. I mean I'll still eat most of it if need be, but... I'm used to hunting and gathering for myself." Smiling faintly when the cottony bird seemed to approve of that.