Godric is about to tell Faith that fine, she can drink all she wants, but if she throws up, he's leaving her to fall in it, when Wes opens his big mouth and the situation goes from manageable to rapidly deteriorating. He can feel Faith tensing as Wes speaks, and the next thing he knows, the neck of the bottle is gone, the remainder of it falling toward Faith's injured feet. Godric lunges forward in the blink of an eye, speed so clearly inhuman it can't be missed, catching what's left of the bottle and setting it on the table.

The look he shoots Wes is cold and clearly disapproving.

"Why don't you go find a broom?" It's not really a request. It's more like a very serious suggestion as to what Wes should do before he really puts his foot in it. Or before Godric does it for him. Not winning brownie points here, Wes.

Picking up the cloth and bandages, Godric takes Faith's hand and begins patching her up for the second time that hour.