@queenjacinthe
" Oh woe is me! I'm once again a damsel in distress... Who will step up to the plate and save me? "
She bites her tongue before comment about what might as well be considered roleplay, at this point. Everyone, from Lebanne to the handful of trainers who tried to challenge her, should know that she's the last one, here, who could claim to be in danger.
But... who is she to say anything? Mademoiselle Jacinthe needs her assistance, clearly, so she might as well take a step forward, give a little bow as she puts herself between her, erm. Damsel. And her terrible, awful enemies.
And reach for a Pokèball.
"Dragalge, if you'll please.
Kill."









