(I'll go with the ending post. You can make another one after this one, if you like, or we could end the thread here.)
The Vulpix turned around swiftly upon hearing a groaning noise, but Noel had dealt with it first. She glared at the psychic Pokemon once more, silently warning it not to cause them any more trouble. She wasn't sure how many more battles she could take, after running into as many feral Pokemon as they already had. She couldn't have it hypnotising the Pokemon of the ruins again.
Though thankfully, the rest of the trip back was uneventful, and the Hypno showed no signs of stirring. It was midday when they had made their way back out of the ruins, the sun slowly making it's way towards the backside of the horizon. But if the Vulpix had to hazard a guess, they could probably still make their way back to Grassveil before the sun set.
Perhaps it had been for the best that they ran into this criminal before he could make any real trouble. Before he got the idea to use that power for something else. Or maybe this had just been her steadily increasing streak of bad luck striking again, that was also very possible. She would never really know.