Deimos glanced towards the Fennekin and bowed his head slightly at first, turning it into a simple nod. "That's the closest most non flying species can get really, without some form of courier support... But even then, it's doubtful" Deimos spoke, basically shrugging somewhat in the process.
The Absol rose from his position and stretched slightly, turning as if to move away. He'd had enough of a rest here. He understood that he had to get somewhere... closer to water next. Though he'd generally tried to hide it, part of his fur was still coloured red after being bitten by that Seviper back at pricklemist... Better to clean the incision before an infection could happen after all.
Walking away, the Absol merely left the Apple behind... He had no right to take it.