Arte is playing with the concept of of spreading out the molecules of her body to pass through objects when a thought hits her. Prolios was at least waking up. Why not befriend him now, rather than go through the stress. If things start going bad, at least she was strong enough to control him right now. She shows him the image of a Gallade on the dex. That will be me! he happily thinks to her. More emotion. Good. He lies back down on the grass next to the bench and falls asleep. She lets Aquilla out, and he perches on the back rest. Things were please fly tranquil.