Steven tried to follow after, but another look had him stayed in place, eyes flitting about nervously. He really shouldn't be listening to him. He could be dying back there, and he would be standing here like a fool all the while. He let his eyes drift about the room, trying to distract himself, quite intrigued by all the ink and pencils.
"...Are you sure you don't want me to help?" he called back, brow creasing with concern once more, "It's not a bother sir. And I'll be straight on my way again once I'm sure you are well."