Thank goodness Latios is flying much more carefully—he seems to be aware that Ren doesn’t want to become Vomit Boy 2.0. True, Ren’s done his fair share of flying kicks and punches but those were…temporary. And he was never quite so far off the ground and at the mercies of creatures he doesn’t quite understand…

Also, watching Nora go at it is making him even queasier.

“Nora, please…” he pleads, though he isn’t sure if he can be heard at this rate. Whether or not it might be safer than a joyride on an Ursa doesn’t matter—it isn’t safe for her to mess around like that, dammit, and he’s already trying to focus on worrying about her instead of throwing up all over poor Latios.