Dustin knew the arm was dislocated...which would take more energy and effort to relocate. He knew the leg was broken. Due to personal experience he knew how to fix those things. That would not change the fact it would hurt like hell. He would not lie that he was rather curious and confused by the drink of blood from Hund. Didnâ€™t vampires drink human blood? Well it didnâ€™t matter to him so long as it wasnâ€™t his blood that was being drank. He waited until he saw Rykar nod. He listened to Hund and nodded his head. â€œStill had to make sure.â€ he said. Walking closer he took ahold of Rykarâ€™s leg. Feeling out how the leg was broken and pulls the leg back into place and pushes the bone back to the way it was supposed to be. The leg would be sore but it wasnâ€™t broken any longer. He then climbed onto the bed and took ahold of the dislocated arm. He pulled, pushed, twisted, and popped the dislocated bone back into place. He then climbed off the bed. Both areas would be sore as hell. The dislocated arm more so than the other. He then went to his bed and played with his crimson blade. He didnâ€™t know what to do or say now. He was glad he was able to help his friends friend and his roommate. â€œYouâ€™ll be extremely sore but they are fixed now.â€ He said simply. Now that the bones were in place the blood should be able to take away the soreness and heal the injuries the rest of the way. Not that Dustin knew this. He played with a few of the strings of his guitar. Not really playing a song. He just stopped after a minute. â€œSo now what?â€ He asked finally.