[ she stays where she is-- not for a lack of not trusting him, but...she has the higher ground here. It reminds her how powerful she is. How important her decisions are, and have been. Clefable rushes into the sand. The ground beneath it's little feet adjusts, and she sinks into the malleable ground, a small, chirpy laugh escaping her pink body.

Lusamine looks at her beloved pokemon. Her sweet little lackey. Her perfect child, and thinks of the precious others that were left on Aether Paradise while she went to be with her sweet, sweet children. The ones that needed her--the ones that wanted her. And she wanted them. Just a world with her perfect babies.

The thought cements her mind. Guzma stands there, ready to listen to her, as he always, always had. ]

Dear Guzma. Have you been here for long? This isn't Alola, is it?

[ her eyes are sharp as a nail, and a piercing green. Nothing about this uncivilized island screamed 'Alola'-- both figuratively and literally. ] The sooner we get away from this place, the better. I have to be with my perfect children...they must be so lost without their mother.

[ the ball is lifted to her mouth and she presses a soft kiss onto the cold surface. A face of motherly joy. Softened around all of her hard edges. They're her children. They need her...and she'll be there for all of them. No matter what it takes. ]

Where are we?