At his urging, she took a deep breath, then another. In truth, Acheron thought it would take some time for her to acclimate to the situation even slightly, but at least the threat of hyperventilation had passed. "Alright," she said, closing her eyes. "Okay. I'm... I'm a Pokemon."
Acheron wasn't sure whether he was supposed to respond to that. In their time together, his mistress had often spoken aloud to him, but up until now, his options for response had been much more limited.