The one staring over him at this point is a young man with gray eyes seated on the floor, and whose dark blue hair would normally have hidden half his face, but because Edgeworth glanced up from below, he got the full experience of both Unreadable-But-Probably-Concerned eyes. They're neither filled with too much emotion nor is there an accompaniment of any judgmental squinting, but regardless, Edgeworth probably still would've preferred that this didn't happen at all.

"... Whatever got you got you pretty bad."

As Edgeworth adjusted his position, Minato wordlessly looked on. That sure was a spill you took, mister. He had actually been one of the closer-by strangers during this whole trip, so it's not like he had gone out of his way to help him out--But he did know some curative magic by now in his time here, and Edgeworth's poor moogle had started being noisier, he elected to offer assistance without any further fuss.

"Healing spells didn't work, aside from, I suppose, a minor concussion so I guess it was something else?"