Steven has been trying to heal people, but as soon as Nightshade calls him out directly... he sinks down again, his eyes going wide and his wings tucking in nervous. His glance passes over the people surrounding him, one by one, an intense paranoia plaguing him.

If he went, she would go... he... he knows it can't be worth it. It's not! He needs to get out too, for his dad, and for his family! But... are any of these guys going to try?

His fingers wrap around the fabric over his belly, and he swallows. He's trying to focus on this feeling of cold determination rather than the fear that threatens to overwhelm him. No one is going to listen to her, he tries to tell himself.

He's safe. He's okay. Please.