[She's not thinking exactly straight, but Ivar seems to have gotten through Sprig's head so at least there's that. She stumbles a bit as she reaches into her bag and grabs her spare pokeball, shoving it into Ivar's hand.]
Just throw it, it'll do all the work on its own.
[Sprig is now floating over the ponyta, all puffed up from pride. Were the situation as contained as she'd planned it to be Letha would be giggling at him, but... she just feels personally victimized by this. And her arm's bleeding, and she's somewhat dizzy, and she's still angry at Ivar for that crack about losing her baby.]
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[She's not thinking exactly straight, but Ivar seems to have gotten through Sprig's head so at least there's that. She stumbles a bit as she reaches into her bag and grabs her spare pokeball, shoving it into Ivar's hand.]
Just throw it, it'll do all the work on its own.
[Sprig is now floating over the ponyta, all puffed up from pride. Were the situation as contained as she'd planned it to be Letha would be giggling at him, but... she just feels personally victimized by this. And her arm's bleeding, and she's somewhat dizzy, and she's still angry at Ivar for that crack about losing her baby.]