Wormmon has now grown rather pale, by worm standards. "Ghosts......"

"W-well," says Ken, not sure how to handle the direction he can see this heading rather quickly, "it sounds like there's no predicting it. We'll have to take it in stride...."

Which he is also bad at, but if the situation leaves him with no choice, then he has to adapt. Ken is rather determined once he decides he needs to do something.

And Wormmon finds this inspiring: "Ken-chan!!!"

Ken is too polite to sigh. But. Crisis averted. His poor partner.