You had fell and landed on your face, suddenly, an octoling holds out his hand for you. his blue eyes filled with concern, he spoke in a soft but firm tone:

”Hello there, i’m blue. are you alright?”

He asks, a hint of concern is in his firm voice. he smiles softly at you, in his point of view; he thought you were the most prettiest person he’s ever seen, a small bit of blush went on his cheeks.