Steven, who isn't even remotely concerned with weenies at the moment, takes the bedsheet from her and scurries over to help.

"Thanks, Hinawa."

As Yuya and Lambert hold him up, Steven will wrap the bedsheet around Strange's waist like a towel, hoping it won't fall off.

"There," he says. "Do you feel okay, Mr Strange?"

He doesn't know if spitting will help.