>>5199638>>5199660>>5199691>>5199829>>5199834Nope, you've got to know now.
A quick search in your pokedex later reveals that yes, Aron actually do get infested with little metal-eating parasites and the infestations can get pretty severe.
The entry also notes that the Aron line tend to combat this by wallowing in dust or mud and that they've been known to let bird pokemon to peck at them to get at the mites.
Aside from those pests, the only real issue that Aron have is with iron deficiency leading to a weak and brittle carapace leaving them vulnerable to predators that would otherwise steer clear of them.
There's also a footnote that this latter malady is a common problem among Aron in the hands of inexperienced trainers who aren't as informed about their charges' diets as they should be.
You make a mental note to see if you can't get Aron some scrap iron or something in Silveridge then refocus on polishing him, pausing after you're done to give the stew a stir before moving onto the rest of your team.
You chat a little with Holly while you work and learn that aside from Checkers, she doesn't actually know that much about pokemon.
Which, if that dream-version of her father is any indication, is further evidence he's a shitbag, in your view.
It's not long before you've finished grooming everyone, barring Latias, who for the sake of yours and everyone elses space, you decide to let be for the time being.
You even give the egg a polish before putting the incubator back in your tent for the time being.
You're no expert, but you think there's a good chance it should hatch within the next day or so, with how it moved under your hands.
The sun's setting in earnest now and the rain's coming down again.
Martha and Judy are hanging up electric lamps so you've got some proper light and everyone's just waiting for the stew to cook at this stage.
>How about that game?>Spend some more time with your pokemon.>Talk with someone (Who?)>Study your map.>Study where different pokemon can be found.>Other 