[The tiny Pokemon still tries to struggle, but it seems to be calming down, a little bit, flames dying slowly as Ochako rocks it like a child in her arms.]

I'm...I-I'm fine! I'm fine, th-this is...n-nothing! [It most certainly is not nothing, given by how she's still crying tears of pain, but there's a smile on her face as well. She'll just get it fixed up after, i-it's okay! She has to calm down her fiesty friend here.] Bakugou is just....h-he's just scared! That's it, isn't it? You're just scared...

[The Cyndaquil snorts, growling and baring its teeth at Akko and her Eevee both, but it doesn't flare up its back again, and seems to have stopped squirming. Ochako rubs a hand down the now not so flaming back of her Cyndaquil, breathing a bit heavily as it tenses slightly in her arms.]

You're scared of going in that ball, aren't you? I don't know what sort of life you had, but it'll be okay - I'll take care of you. And you can bite and scratch and burn me all you want, I'll still take care of you. [She sighs, as the Pokemon finally seems to relax, but it's still fuming slightly, and glances at Ochako's blistered hands, then her face, then scoffs slightly, blowing out a puff of smoke.] Haahh...you really are just like him...