He has both robots looking his way well before he finishes speaking. Probably neither of them really understood how concerned their friend was. They've been dealing with this between themselves ever since the Nightmare, and even if Ghost at least remembered that they needn't do so alone, it truly didn't occur to them how their friends might feel about it.

"Steve..." Ghost flies over to him. Even Blaze pulls away from the servitor, though her gaze drops uncomfortably as he speaks. "I'm sorry. We didn't mean to worry you. But we're safe now."

"Some things you just have to endure yourself," Blaze says. She stoops awkwardly, grabbing the tail of a Fallen cloak and wiping her ether-slicked hands before she limps closer and pats Steve's shoulder. Whatever else, at least she's not hiding herself in machine guts any more. "Hey, it's all right. We made it, didn't we? I'm sorry we didn't think of calling you, too. But if you want to be sure we're back on our feet- uh, metaphorically speaking, anyway-" She pats the servitor shell, sounding hopeful. "How's that for reassuring?"