"This stuff makes me kind of sick... just for a few hours after, though," he assured her. "And my blood's still... you know. Freaky. But I'll take it if it means I don't have to mutate. And now I can't get other people sick, either." Fireblood was a small price to pay for that-- something finally looking up for Steve, and for real and for certain, too.

That was going to take some getting used to.

He leaned his cheek against her head, hugging his arms tight around her again. "Are you feeling better now?"