Lyra returns her Meganium to its pokeball, giving the translucent container a light kiss in thanks. She quickly turns away, so Ethan doesn't see her not-so-secure mask fall away. She can already feel the stinging burn behind her eyes, screaming to her that she's about to cry. Lyra thinks, no, she knows that she's a failure. That she's not nearly good enough.
(Not even her parents wanted her.)
She already scolding herself, frustrated that she let her mind stray into forbidden territory. Lyra's trying and almost failing to get herself under control. She clears her throat, trying to stem the tears before they start.
She can hear Ethan's cheers and the resonating slap that can only mean that he's getting a high-five. Lyra forces herself to face him.
"Good battle, Ethan." She takes a shaky breath. She needs to get out of there. "Pretty soon," Lyra giggles for emphasis, "you may even beat Red." Lyra plasters on what she hopes is a cheerful smile ,praying that no-one else can see how she's drowning in lies.
She walks away.
When she gets to the apartment (but not before healing her babies,) she notices that her roommate is already home. Silver turns around, and without skipping a beat he scowls, opening his arms for his now sobbing girlfriend.
"It's okay," he whispers, stroking her cap-less hair. Silver almost knows what she's going through. His is the son of Giovanni. Perfection is his best friend and his enemy. "You are good enough."