[ Amos makes contact, Alice yells to confirm it, and Gavial is somehow the one who ended up on the ground.

But as far as he's concerned, the fight's over. Amos withdraws the brand, bringing it to rest at his side as he looks to... hm. Gavial is going to struggle with mobility for a minute, and Alice is kind of in between the two of them. Alice, whom he no longer has any reason to fight, which throws a new little complication into things he hadn't been anticipating in the heat of the moment.

Amos blinks, his expression shifting from borderline feral to almost puzzled as he tries to figure out what to do next. There's no point in escalating shit further... but Gavial is injured, and he wants to get to her... and there's the matter of maybe he should feel bad about what they just did to Alice... ]

Sorry. It's just we had to get this done, and with all the worlds we've been through we didn't know how much time we had left... It isn't personal. [ And he is genuinely apologetic, however much a sorry, but not sorry enough to not do it to you to begin with is worth.

Still, Amos decides to take a step back, just in case Alice does decide to attack him. Fair's fair; he couldn't blame her. ]

Are you okay?

[ He's actually addressing Gavial, but considering how he's facing the both of them... technically, he could be asking Alice, too. ]