[Were he his normal self, he'd gladly and calmly show her. He'd be strangely soothed by her presence. It's Ho-oh. Ho-oh, who's been freed from the Mask of Ice's grasp.

...But he's not. While he very much respects Ho-oh, there's still a natural, instinctive tension that comes from being in its presence.] Can't you just take my word for it? I've seen you before, I've seen Ho-oh before, and I think I'm a good judge of the difference. You feel like Ho-oh.