"Skaaaar.... mory?" The Trainer turned to see a metal bird leaning into their conversation. "Oh, hi there, sweetie," she crooned, raising her hand to pet the Skarmory. "Aren't you... uhm... what's his name-- Evan! Aren't you Evan's Pokemon, pon?" She wheeled around looking for the Trainer in question... and there he was with a palm to his face. "Ah, there you are," she called, leading the Skarmory over. "She's yours, isn't she, pon? Lovely girl." It took her a while to remember that this was the same kid who got knocked over the rails. "Oh, wait, wow, that's some fast recovery if you're able to walk already." She'd figured that the first things to break would've been his legs from a fall of that height, but...
And then the sun came up. A certain Ghost-Fire type popped out of his Pokeball to bask in the sun's heat; Achlyx and her Trainer didn't enjoy it as much as Lucifer did. The day got even better; here was some soul food, breakfast, for the Litwick!