[Feliks almost doesn't catch the potion, grabbing it out of the air in mid-flight like that, but he manages not to fumble it irreparably. Once he's got it, he pulls the ruined edges of the fabric clear of his wound and gets to applying it, hardly even wincing when it stings.]

Gods, you're all the hugest worrywarts in the world. Like I'm even hurt that bad!

[It's a little bad, but he'll be the absolute last to admit it.]

Let's just get home. Yuuna, I hope you didn't bother asking them to get two hospital beds ready.

[Because he's not letting Fai out of his sight for a good, long while.]