The Ivysaur had kept his hold steady, slipping his arm under Vinnie's. It seemed like it was for the Venusaur's benefit, but it was hard to tell with the way Bulba was gripping Vinnie's shirt with paling knuckles. The whispered question forced Bulba's thoughts to jostle themselves back into a coherent stream, and he forced himself to look back at the withered leaves on the floor.

It almost seemed a little too much to hope for that this was the way things were supposed to be. But alright, ok. Put things in perspective now. It was unreasonable to expect that something magical would happen and the damaged leave would just... be alright again. That's not how things worked. Things had to start over, and if something was already there... then it would have to go for the cycle to renew. He didn't imagine things would have felt so right if something was actually wrong.

It made sense when he thought about it, but it didn't really make it any less alarming when you didn't know what to expect.

"Maybe?" Bulba managed to croak out, turning his face back towards Vinnie with wide eyes. He lacked the benefits of knowing how the Venusaur felt, and could only go off of his reactions. So while the idea was sound, he had no idea if that's what happened and he was still just a little terrified.

"Are you still okay? I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."