Her protection is appreciated and Meng Yao obeys her silent command, keeping back until she speaks. Her Pokemon are exceptional creatures and he wants to reward them - with treats perhaps - if she allows. Of course those will have to wait until they return to the train.

Slipping off of the pipe, he returns her smile hesitantly, his cheeks pink from the harsh wind.

"No. I was more concerned for you." he looks over her inquisitively, searching for any wounds, "What of your Pokemon? They fought a good battle."