Ariett was quick to lunge forward and catch Amélie as she fell. Disoriented and incoherent, she could only assume the girl was suffering from some sort of seizure; for her safety, she supported her with an arm-and-shoulder around her back, and clutched the edge of the condensed spikes sprouting from her shirt—in case Amélie's own grip should falter.

She called out to the knight who'd spoken earlier. "Hey, delusional or not, she could use some help. Could you get over here with some of that solvent you mentioned?"