Troy had held Illyana throughout their walk (then ride), even though he was pretty sure she could stand on her own. She had, after all, swung into action to kick his ass. And she would have. Easy. Her body language and verbal responses had him concerned, so, she was carried like she was loved. Because she was.
When he met with Eric, Ronan was there too, but that was okay. More hands made less work. Even if those hands were attached to Mars. He took the helm, with Ronan doing the pushing, and as Eric worked to analyze and begin treatments, Troy had shared several concerned glances to the Irishman. Neither of them was an optimist in their bones, and they'd both seen too much gnarly shit to think this was going to end in glitter and hugs.
"Hey blondie," Troy's head had swung around to give Illyana some non-invasive attention before he was called away. "You're really heavy," he lied, then chuckled and shook his arms a little as if she'd strained them. "Just do what they say and I'll bring you some rocky road. Fatten you up, give myself a challenge," his arms rose and flexed and then he clocked Blond Doctor beckoning him. He gave Illyana a boop and did an about-face.
"Yeah, of course," Hemlock nodded assuredly. He'd done an aside-aside with the doctor at his request. "She was on her back, then sat up," he pantomimed Dracula rising with his hands and went on. "She was staring at her hands before she sensed me, then got right up on her feet and real threaten-y. Probably just fight or flight. Her head was bothering her, but I don't know if she hit it. She was super confused - and glad when she realized it was me, she didn't want to be alone." The Navajo man took in a long, deep breath finally, the first he'd had since placing Magik on the gurney.
"Mr. Bookmen still alive?" It was where Troy's familial concern train of thought had paused. "I felt an obviously-Silvercloud fritz." One or both of them were occasionally responsible for power outages or explosions or nuclear reactions gone wrong... They just usually hid it better. He hadn't seen any of his family members since entering the lower levels, so that fact alone made him a little nervous, but the usually chatty mutant had been too preoccupied with delivering the patient to clutter the airwaves with questions. "How're the kids?"