[Well, Alice is taking this better than she’d expected. Which is to say, she’s not immediately launching into another attack, so hey, she’ll count that as a win.

And totally focus on that and not how bad this whole maneuver of theirs is starting to feel. Amos is right, though—they had to get this done.]

Didn’t have time to be picky, so yeah. Just the luck of the draw that we ran across you first.

[Gavial finally offers a thumbs up in response to Amos's question, sighing in turn as she pushes herself to her feet as quick as she normally would. There’s instant regret as her injury stings in protest, and she grits her teeth. Alright, off that leg for now. Instinct is to reach for familiar healing Arts as she shuffles, just a little, to circle closer to Amos, but her eyes are locked on that dual-bladed weapon once again. She really would love for this to continue to a real fight, but that hadn’t really been the point of all this.]

Next? We go our separate ways. [She sounds a little more pained about that than her actual injury.] Get on with our day.

[She nods back over to the main street they’d all come down this alley from—and in the process catches sight of a few worried onlookers who’d apparently started to catch wind of this as the fight picked up.]