Steb pants softly, rubbing his eyes after the whole aftermath. They burn. Tears fill them as he rubs them, the gas from the attack having irritated them majorly. He sits by a column, wiping at the tears in his eyes.

He looks up when he hears footsteps, reaching for his tonfa. Upon seeing you, he relaxes, watching as you crouch down. Steb huffs, continuing to rub at his eyes.

"Need some help?" you ask. When he looks up, a tear slips down his face and you can tell just how bloodshot his eyes are. "I can wash them out."

After a few moments, he eventually nods, following you as you lead him to a fountain.