Bulba wasn't sure how long to keep it up would be long enough to make a difference. As stubborn as he had been that he could do something, he recognized in that moment that it might not have been enough of something. The reaction so far felt positive though, and that was encouraging. It was definitely taking what was being offered, he could feel that much. Spurred on by that, he kept going until he was sure there was nothing else he could do.

His head drooped a little. Effort came with a price after all, and once he slipped away from Vinnie's flower he became aware of just how tired he suddenly was. Now all he wanted to do was curl up and sleep forever. He groaned a little, lifting his head to look over at the stubs as he opened his eyes. He had felt something happen, but what was...

They weren't there.

He physically did not know how to register this. His thoughts came to a sudden, jarring halt in shock. His mind was a complete flatline. But then the shock registered a small blip on his system and jumpstarted it. The panic quickly swelled after it, and Bulba just had no idea what to do with himself. What had even happened what did he do oh god did he fuck up oh god no no no no no no no no.

Bulba looked behind him, nervously pulling his vines back to himself. He tried very hard to keep his voice sounding calm, which weariness seemed to help with. "Did... did Erika mention what was supposed to happen...?"