As Peridot settles at Lambert and Childermass's side, so does Steven. He looks shocked, first and foremost - more shocked by this violence than his changeling self would have any precedent to be. Yet, somehow those aren't the eyes he's seeing through right now. Somehow, this all feels unbearably wrong. The hope still within him can't allow for it.

"It's okay," he assures Peridot, and it feels natural, even though they never knew each other well in this world. "I... I can help."

His voice is small as he speaks, and he lifts Lambert's head, wincing at the blood poring from his nose and mouth. Oh, no. He's really hurt himself. This is really bad. He can tell that, now. He knows he can do something, but he doesn't know what - it isn't clicking together... how... how does he...

He closes his eyes, a couple tears breaking free. He leans in and kisses Lambert on the forehead, and the two of them become encircled by an aura of pink sparkles. Its not as powerful as it would be back home, but it will bring him back to a place of safety - returning life to him, even if it can't heal his wounds perfectly.

Steven slowly pulls back, blinded by his own light, and unsure of what to expect.