"Hm?" He blinks blearily at the offered chocolate, then smiles. "Ah, that'd be perfect, thank you." He has to lean forward a bit to reach out a hand to take it. Once he has it he leans back again, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth before looking back at Ralts, who pets his hair with a sad squeak.

"I'll be fine," he says, reaching up to gently scratch the back of her head. "Don't fret."

Then the notion of Cricket's own condition makes it way through is rather sluggish thoughts and he looks at the younger man, head tilted. "You're head's spinning? What's wrong?"

He'll explain to Steve what he means once he's sure nobody is going to fall over.