[ His primary concern in assessing her was whether she still had any weapons on her or not, considering how she'd had an arrow aimed at his heart only moments ago. As she looks over herself, though — as she pales and is obviously holding in some kind of agony — Amos quirks an eyebrow, rising back up into the air to get a better look at her.

Sees the bone jutting out. ]

Right. [ His voice is skeptical as he lowers himself back to the ground, moves off to a corner where the soil has rendered them trapped to set the bell back down. Far out of Hayame's reach. And, like he's read her mind and implicitly agrees with her assessment on how calling for help would go for them: ] So, can you dig at all? 'cause I figure that's our best bet out of here right now, but might take a while if it's just me.

[ He doesn't even look at her as he says it, instead keeping his focus on the mountain of soil blocking their exit, analyzing it — where's the best place to start? Since Hayame isn't a threat, he doesn't have to acknowledge her as much as he would have before; since he can assure himself possession of the bell once they're free, he can afford to be relaxed and casual, like this is a thing that just happens.

He cranes his head up, looking at where the top of the cup meets soil. ]

Thinking I might have the best luck digging a hole through there, but that isn't exactly something you can help with, huh.

[ Since, you know. She's probably not climbing this mountain of soil any time soon. ]