"I thought I'd see if anyone needed me! I can do it six times a day, and there's no sense letting it go to waste if there's anyone hurt."

"Well, don't let me stop you!"

She gestures to a man, who picks up one of the pieces of equipment and moves towards the entrance.

In she traipses.

The woman she was just talking to and the man holding the piece of equipment follow her.

"Welcome back!" says the receptionist.

"Hello again! Anybody in here hurt at the moment?"

"Yep, we've got a few!"

The receptionist coordinates getting everyone within a thirty-foot radius.

Laia holds forth her pendant, smiles for the camera, and channels.

"For those of you just tuning in, I'm here in Virbank City, where a woman with special powers from Shelyn, the Legendary Pokémon of love and art, has just magically healed this crowd of people!"

Word seems to have spread about giving Laia thank-you presents. She gets some more money and several random objects, including more potion-like concoctions in various colors and a large red hair accessory. A middle-aged couple invites her to dinner at their house.

(She bows for the camera.)

"Oh, thank you so much, I'd love to join you."

The woman who invited her gives her a smile. "Glad to hear it! It's just a few blocks east, I can show you..."

She and her husband start to head out.

Laia trots along after them!

The couple lives in an apartment overlooking the river. As they walk in the door, some kind of flying yellow mouse-like Pokémon jumps off the top of a cabinet and lands on the man's shoulder.

"Easy there, Emmy," he says.

"Awww, it's cute."

Emmy waves a tiny paw at Laia.

"Emmy, this is Laia," says the man. "Laia, this is Emmy. —And I'm Mark, and my wife is Ilana. And our daughter Billy Jo will be here once she gets off work."

"Is it customary to let one's Pokémon out at times like this or is that just Emmy?"

"Different people do it different ways. Emmy likes to be able to stretch her wings." He scratches her head. "You can let yours out if you want."

Out they come, one two three!

Emmy flies down and lands on Wooliam's head. 

Zap!

Zap!

"Do you have any dietary restrictions we should know about?"

"Dietary restrictions? I don't think so."

In that case, Mark will get started cooking some soup.

"So, rumor has it you're from another planet," says Ilana. 

"That's right, it's called Golarion!"