For a moment, Nepeta stared at what was going on, completely befuddled. Mere moments ago the other trainer had been acting like he was trying to kill her! The thought occurred that if she wanted to take him down, this would be the absolutely perfect moment—but if the danger was gone, then why worry? There was that horrible dog at the foot of the tree, though, and she responded with a hiss muffled by Napoleon's fur but otherwise she wouldn't even pay the harmless, stupid thing any mind.

A connection was made between what Estelle had done and the current state of her once-attacker and a grin spread across the troll's face. After a little adjustment she was sitting cross-legged on the branch and holding her struggling, stubborn Pokémon in her arms. "Thank you, Estelle!" She was staying put up where it was safe, though.