Steven considers that silently for a little while, concentrating on his work. He licks his palm again to apply some more healing magic and then moves on to Syrlya's crystalline rose arm, frowning thoughtfully at it. He starts applying his healing magic, and feels the will of the Rose rise up within him.

It's noisy enough that he remains silent for a while, and then pulls his hand away. He shakes his head.

"I guess... I don't know what to agree with. Or if I can," he says, helplessly. "It wants to take over, it wants to listen to my mom... what if I agree with it, and something bad happens?"