[ Amos' eyes scrunch a little as he follows Alice with his gaze, analytical and, when he thinks about it, with an immense amount of respect for her. She's a good person — she's a good person, and now he really wishes they could've branded someone else. Not that he doesn't have faith in Florence and what she wants to do, but for someone like Alice to get caught up in it...

Oh well. It's done now. Alice is taking care of the civilians, so they aren't his problem. He doesn't care about them — it's just good that they didn't get hurt, and so, any remaining tension dispels itself from his body, his shoulders slumping a little as he exhales, visibly relaxes.

Turns to Gavial as she pats and brushes past him, gentle smile on his face. ]

That's that. And yeah, I'm good. Thanks to you.

[ He moves to join her over at the wall, apparently unbothered by everything that's just transpired. It's over now. Why stress over it, right?

His grin broadens, good humour on his face now that it's over. ]

But if you aren't going to patch yourself up, I'm going to do it right now for you.

[ It's not a threat; it's a promise. ]