"Hey, Violet." Lance greeted her gently.
Violet was in her room, surrounded by her beloved books and sitting in her bed, bored, frustrated, and exhausted.
"Hello, Lance." Violet greeted him. She could always count on Lance to understand her. Lance was her best friend, after all, the Jolteon had known Violet almost her whole life.
"What's wrong?" Lance asked.
Violet shuffled her paws nervously. "Well," She answered. "The others have been hard to take care of lately. This morning, Coral nearly crushed Brownie. Thank Arceus I was there to stop her."
Violet told him.
Lance seemed to take in what she had said.
"Ah, I see," He said eventually. "You know, you don't need to take care of us like you think you do."
Violet sighed. Even Lance thought that. "Leafblade told me that." She told him.
"Well, she's right." Lance said. "Just chill, Violet. We are fine."
Violet sighed again. Maybe Lance was right. "I understand, Lance. I will think about it."
