Sometimes, Miku wished she could punch ghosts, Kon. That would make the whole soul-sucking-evil bit of her life easier. Still, Miku's muddled mind reminded her to thank him thoroughly when she got the chance.

Or maybe when they had better supplies.

Or something.

With a little sigh, she gave Steve a long look (he was so going to get it when they got back to sleep), "It will be fine. He can lean on me, I don't mind it." Steve was much heavier, she knew, even if he didn't put all of his weight on her.