So it's not just Cybertronians being affected. Cyclonus's scowl deepens.

"That plant..." he growls, hand still pressed to his face. He resists the urge to let it drop lower, to trail over his lips and neck, to play with his vents and tease claws into gaps in his plating-

His hand flexes, the prick of claws in the soft metal of his face helping to ground him.

"Is this... thing everywhere then?"