"My arm?" He sat next to her, waving a hand dismissively. "Fine. Feels like nothin' happened." Actually, the rest of him felt surprisingly good too, for having been smacked about by a wolf. But that wasn't the important thing here.

"I am so sorry, kid. C'mere, lemme see that leg. You've been walkin' around on it this whole time, haven't ya." He knew there wasn't much he could do medically - he was a hell of a lot better at causin' injury than fixin' it. But he needed to get a good idea of the damage, to see what he'd done. They could figure out how to deal with it together.