[She gives the 'mon a good scruffling behind the ears. Clearly years of experience dealing with carbuncles has taught her well.] He reminds me a little of Byakko. Um... you won't meet him for a while yet. Great big tiger, kind of a spirit of the land. Not a primal.

[She sighs. This whole 'don't cross the streams' thing is going to get old, fast. But knowing what's at stake, she'll still try to keep things on the right course... so long as nothing forces her hand, anyway.]

Alright, I'm about as settled as I'm going to get. [She's riding astride, as best she can at least. Sidesaddle is for perfumed ladies, not bloodstained warriors.]