Sam chuckles at how much the boy and Pokemon are enjoying themselves. Flying on Dragonite is old hat for him now, even if he enjoys it too, but he remembers how exciting and scary it was the first time he flew on a Pokemon.

"Alright. A little higher, Dragonite! Just above the tree line, okay?" There's an affirmative "Hroo!" from Dragonite, who again rises until they are just above the trees, the wind spilling from its wings disturbing the branches, what leaves the trees have left rustling.

"You alright, Diarmuid? You can let me know if you feel sick or scared." This is their last stop before they go really high, and he wants to make sure his friends are comfortable with the flight.