Be the song everybody wanna sing

Amos had been just as absorbed in his own task as the young child who appeared suddenly. His head shot up when the girl let out a small cry, mismatched eyes landing on the small gold and ivory child who'd set loose a bundle of various bits of plant matter in a soft clatter as she gasped, and for a moment Amos thought it was at him until he remembered and the pointed out the various scratches that littered his face and leg.

Recovering swiftly he delivered a confident, reassuring smile and shrugged and tried his best to look like it was no big deal. "Ah, ahm fine, just got in a little scuffle but I'll be okay," he assured the girl, tail tapping the ground a few times while he tried to ignore the fact that he could definitely feel a small trickle of blood running down his cheek. If pressed he might conceed that he probably should have left the cranky feline alone, but right now he mostly just hoped the wounds didn't look worse than he assumed they were. Scarring a kid with his bloodied self wasn't on his agenda for the day after all.

"You wouldn't happen to have seen any of the healers today though would ya? Never hurts to err on the side of caution."