Amelia's glare only intensified as Isaac made light of the situation. Even attempting to turn her insult, however fond of an insult it might be under other circumstances, into a positive thing. Clearly the boy hadn't heard anything about backing down and acting suitably chastised when your girlfriend was upset with you. She'd have to teach him that later.

For now she let him know how unimpressed she was by his eyebrow waggling with a raised one of her own that clearly stated he was in trouble and should expect a talking too once they were out of here.

Still, as upset as she was with Isaac she couldn't help but flinch when he screamed as his shoulder was pushed back into place. That sounded like it hurt a lot, and if Amelia wasn't unhappy with the daft boy at the moment she would've been over there fussing and glaring at the healer. As it was she figured Isaac bore most of the blame here.

"Don't growl at the healer Isaac. It isn't her fault that you dislocated your shoulder and decided not to tell anyone that you'd hurt it, and then decided to forgo coming to see her about it," Amelia said in a prim tone of voice. One that barely covered up her worry for her boyfriend.

"Really, thank-you for getting his shoulder back into place," Amelia told the healer, her voice much more appreciative than Isaac's had been. One of them had to be nice to the healer lest she decide that she shouldn't be nice to them. Or rather, that she should take a further disliking to Isaac.