[No worries, Haru! If there's anyone who can understand the innate desire to pet a good boy, it's a Pokémon trainer.]

He's real fluffy, right? [Blue gushes, a little slurred- but at least it was lifting his spirits to think of his Pokémon, instead of the fellow trainers who'd vanished-] An' he's a Fire type, so he's soooo warm when you hug 'im! Oh, but he can't use his flames for some reason, 'round here... Wonder why....

[Now that he's flopped over Arcanine, Blue can let his head spin as much as it likes, and his eyes pinch shut. Arcanine wags his bushy tail as Haru pats him, prancing in place to make sure Blue was settled before leading the group towards the door of the bar. At least he was sure to get back safe, with them all together.] Thanks... for your help, really...