Adia smiles, relieved that he wasn't put off by her offer to help. "Okay." She'll look through the notes she took while researching her moon rune, anyway. Something in all that magical reading might prove useful.

"Nope. She's a fire type, she can handle it." The last of the heat dissipates off the piglet's back, and she trots over to Caspar. He dutifully feeds her another bite of egg. "She acts like a pig, otherwise. Her type determines what special moves she uses, and what she's vulnerable against. Fire is pretty obvious, though. Water puts her out easily."