[Vinnie forced his head to stay up as the Shiny Venusaur crouched next to him, instinctually wanting to keep his (nonexistent) horns held high. It dismayed him a little that the dragon's defensive urge kicked in even around Bulba, but he couldn't quite help it. His pride was already pretty wounded - not only from having to rely on him for food, but from being pinned just the other day as well.

It was hard not to catch sight of the burns, however. Vinnie blinked. Through whatever convenient means, he'd heard about pretty much everyone turning into Charizards as well, so his first thought was that one of them must've lost control of their fire. There was a small surge of relief that he still hadn't managed to breathe a single ember himself - at the very least, he didn't have to worry about coughing a flamethrower at Bulba by accident.

Still, it warranted worry. It wasn't like the Saur he knew to let a burn go untended. He knit his brows.]

Bulba... How old's that burn?