Steve's hand falls onto Cricket's shoulder, easing him back and away from the cot as Azwel pulls tight the straps of his gauntlets. He saw the look that flickered across the supposed healer's face. Steve's been aware since even before he saw the man's body that there wasn't a good chance of saving him with the supplies they've got on hand. Without a stocked medical facility there wasn't going to be much they could do.

Relying on magic-based healing is all they can do now, but it's so hard to trust something like that. Sure, he's met beings (and people, people like Wanda) that can do some strange kind of magic before. Carried powers within themselves that Steve had no answers for. Usually, they ended up being folks Steve had to fight. Makes it a lot more difficult for him to stomach seeing it being used on someone this weak and unable to defend themselves.

It's the circumstances that lead them here, ultimately, that has Steve backing up to give Azwel room to do his work. He pulls Cricket back with him before glancing up.

"Should we be here for this?" And by 'we' he means Cricket, but well. It would probably upset the kid if he phrased it like that.