While far from knowing the whole story, he can certainly… Understand her fear. Her wariness. He never pried, for obvious reasons, just knowing that she had experience with everything beforehand. How long? How deep? He had no idea. And it wasn’t his place to know. He just… Held a smile on his face. Hoping it was reassuring.
His whole adventure ran through his own head almost constantly. It was difficult to forget, especially considering everything he - they - did. So he could figure… That much out. His hand raised a little, but balled up and went into his pocket.
He was lucky he knew to watch his words around her.
“Of course! I’m not trying to take you anywhere - just talk.” He motioned with his free hand. “We’re not in Alola, so you’re the expert. Is there somewhere… You’d trust going? A park, a cafe, something like that? I’d be happy to go wherever - you’ll just have to lead me.”
He gave a bump to his backpack, and a shiny Litten poked its head out, before laying on his shoulder, staring at her.
“This, uh… This is my little buddy, Udon, by the way. He’s a service Pokemon - he specializes in calming people down.”
He seems — kind. Lillie knows she’s a particular flavor of naive, but she likes to think she’s a good judge of character; or maybe just that she got so used to seeing Mother past Lusamine, so used to seeing the ugly cruelty no one else could, that she’s overconfident. Either way, she nods, less sure than she looks, and not looking all that sure, either.
The girl ( ? ) perks, thought, at Litten’s appearance. “Oh!” It’s hard not to — well, she does love cute things, and Litten is very cute. A hand twitches at her side as if to reach out to it, but doesn’t get very far before she’s back in her right mind and the hand is back at her side.
A cafe sounded — safe. “Oh...Okay. There’s a cafe nearby that's good — at least, I think so. They have treats for pokémon, too.” For Udon. It’s a cute name — though she doesn’t know what it means off the top of her head. More importantly, the cafe is public, often full off people, and people who know her, at least a little; who will help her if things go poorly.
“You and — Udon can follow me.” She starts off slowly, hoping he’ll walk at her sides instead of behind her, where she can’t see. “Um — was it hard? To get a service pokémon?”