Ingo took you into his tent as the rain beat down. Handing you a warm cup of tea— His Hisuian Sneasel’s flodded your lap, mewing and kneading your legs which made you feel . . .Woozy..

“ Ah- Oh dear! Nono little ones! They cannot stand your poison like I can-!! “

The Sneasel’s whined but left your lap.. some more reluctant then others as they hid in Ingo’s futon.

“ M..My apologies I completely forgot. Here- Allow me to get you something for the pain. “

You sipped your tea as he looked.