Jake walked away from the pools and the fallen bulbasaur.  Instead moving towards the large tree in the center of the grove.  Where he could take a seat and just wait.  First mobbing to pull one of the Leaf Stones from the tree to add to his start of a collection.  He had to come away from this side adventure with something.  Once that was pulled from the bark with a low grunt.  Before sliding it into one of his pockets.  At the very least he would walk away with something.<br/><br/>At least that was his thought as he pulled Eve into his lap where he made sure to pet her fur, and scratches her between the ears.  Her congratulations for winning as, even though her soreness and injuries, she let out a murring purr at the petting.  Jake watched the bulbasaur as he was, no doubt, recovering.  Jake was debating just tossing a pokeball to catch him… but by now, it likely wouldn’t work.  Plus the pokemon’s personality.  Win or die?  No way that trait could be trained out of someone.  It would get him killed.<br/><br/>But the bulbasaur was strong.  Jake watched both it and the poison mist.  Waiting for his chance to leave this clearing.  And arguing with himself as to if he should even bother with the bulbasaur anymore.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>