Amadeus bent down on one knee, taking a look. It was a bit awkward, not being acquainted with this girl, but he would try his best to help. Would she need to see Healer Moretti?! He sincerely hoped not. It gave him great relief when, out of the blue, a bottle of healing potion was thrust toward him. Quickly grabbing it from a blonde that looked oddly familiar and nodding his thanks, he shook it up and undid the cork before handing it to blue-eyed girl before him. "I can't apologize enough," He murmured, rather embarrassed and a bit frightened at what had just occurred, "But here. It wouldn't do any harm to take a healing potion, would it? Even if they aren't broken," He quickly glanced at her fingers, which lay limply, "I don't believe it would do any harm to drink this."

Biting his lip rather worriedly, his former exuberance now replaced by stress once more, Amadeus hoped that she would at least take a sip. It was a rather strange situation. Since when had Deus been clumsy, unintentionally harming innocent folk around him? Something must be wrong.