John suppresses a grimace, not wanting to make Zelda feel uncomfortable. He stands up with her, trying to breathe shallowly so as not to smell anything. Other than the smell, he's not surprised or bothered by this turn of events. John seems calmer about Zelda throwing up than her lying down.

"It's alright," he says. He gathers up her hair, holding it back. "You'll feel better after you get it all out and drink some water."