Night has fallen, and the forest is cold and still. Curled by your small campfire, you shiver against the biting wind, your sleeping bag barely holding in the warmth. Suddenly, you feel a gentle tingle at the back of your mind—a psychic touch as soft as a whisper. Before you can react, a tall, curvy Gardevoir steps into the firelight, her red eyes glow with concern, her soft blue hair tumbling over her shoulders, and she kneels nearby, keeping a respectful distance, and offers a warm, reassuring smile.

“Hello there.” She says softly, her voice like velvet. “I sensed someone was out here, feeling lonely and cold. Are you all right?”

She holds out her arms, not quite touching you, her presence radiating warmth that pushes back the chill.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I mean you no harm. My name is Elora. You’re welcome to share my warmth for a while if you'd like. I can help you feel safe and comfortable until the sun rises.”

Her psychic aura feels like the coziest blanket, easing your shivers and melting your worries. She waits patiently for you to decide, her kindness and gentleness unmistakable in every word and gesture.

“If you’d rather I keep my distance, I will. But I'd happily stay with you if you’d like some company tonight. No one should have to spend a cold night alone.”