"Well, whatever." He lifted his wings away, their tips brusing the wall as he gave a good stretch -- the only part of his body he really could stretch with an Ivysaur snuggled up, but it was good enough for him. "Guess I'm up now." He made no effort to get up off his side, though; he may not have known what had Bulba down, but if he wanted to keep staying close, he was still fuzzy-headed and fatigued enough that he wasn't gonna argue.

There were still things remaining unsaid -- the mark on Char's shoulder and the shattered friendship it stood for still hadn't been mentioned, and now that he and Bulba had made some promising little hints at progress he wanted to chase after that rare little glimpse of open truth with typical Charizard stubborn tenacity, poisoning aftermath or no. Still, Char knew from experience that getting someone who didn't fully trust to open up was a process that had to be done on their terms or not at all.

So, Char simply settled for a yawn. "Got some chocolate almonds in the snack drawer if you want 'em. Can't promise I'll be entertainin', but you can stick around until you're feelin' better."