"Don't worry, I'm all right now." Greg spreads his hands, placating. "Someone from the carnival helped me out and everything."

He then looks at his pale hands, still spread, and chews his cheek. Again he folds them, running fingers over each other.

"Truth is... that magic the Ringmaster taught me, it... it was a big help. It might've gone way worse, if I didn't have that in my pocket. So..." He rolls a shoulder, offering Steven a wavering smile. "Thanks, Steven. For looking out for me, again."