"I will in a little while," he says - he's not sure what will count as a 'little while' right now, but it will come eventually. Soon enough. He leans on the edge of Ginko's cot, his hand resting on his crossed arms. "Are you okay? You don't look good."

This isn't very energetic by Steven's standards, but he's trying. He leans over to get a better look at him, and then covers his mouth with a hand.

"Oh, Ginko! You got bit!"