Well with Magnolia sitting pretty on Latios’s head and everyone else chipper and otherwise not suffering like he is nobody really has any reason to worry. Aside from a potential upchucking of fruity doughy leftovers their troubles feel like a million miles belowground. There’s naught but the exhilarating rush of adventure to be had and a whole world that spans multiple continents and possible lifetimes of searching, but up here, up above the clouds, that sort of thing doesn’t feel quite as overwhelming as it might have been.

Thankfully none of their Pokémon are electric types, or they’d be in huge trouble…

Of course, a very different sort of storm is brewing from within Ren’s quailing heart as Nora hops onboard, arms snug around him and—well, while he’s used to her very open displays of affection, this is…

“Y—Yeah…” he murmurs, noncommittally, ducking low as if to hurl, but it’s really more to hide his blush than anything else—at least the embarrassment is enough to take his mind off of any sort of motion sickness?—regardless, Magnolia’s horn is glowing bright red and Ren can feel, a little sullenly, a warm bubbling of amusement pouring into his mind, courtesy of the twins’ psychic connection. Great. Thanks, you guys.