The adrenaline and momentum is stalling and he feels like he can finally stop now. He doesn't know Steven that well but he's still just a kid. It doesn't take much to sucker him in as he glances over at his condition. He looks stable but severely worn and likely in pain. It's why he's sliding his hand down to the small hip bag and popping it open from the clasp. Fingers reach inside to pull out one of two of the healing draughts he has on him.

A gentle hand brushes over his head whether the touch warrants itself or not. He hums gently to ease the tension and the quiet. Thankfully Gon's voice helps to clear the air and for once he's glad to hear it. He holds out the healing draught with the cap removed and set between his knuckles, "This is one of the healing draughts from the Solstice Caravan. I don't know how much it'll help you right now but it should ease some of your suffering." It's enough for two doses and he's sure Steven could use all of it. "Either way we'll get you to a doctor."