<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #8080BF"><br/>He didn't make a lick of sense to Rae, all flailing about uselessly like he had no idea how to work his own legs. It was unsettling enough that Nyxx was choosing to speak directly into Mystic's mind - it wasn't something he did all that often, and it piqued Rae's curiosity greatly...that, however, was a conversation best left for a later time. She couldn't make head nor tails of what he was saying. The words themselves, she understood fully, but how they applied to the situation was beyond her comprehension. She gathered enough to determine he must have fallen from a cart or carriage of some kind, but how did the man not know what a healer was?! This whole scenario frustrated her. A lot. And, to top it all off, the hems of her skirts were getting rather dirtied, trailing about in the dust, and it vaguely nauseated her.<br/><br/>After a completely puzzling set of physical and verbal reactions from her new ward, he seemed to finally consent to allow her to help him. "Don't see as you rightly have much choice in the matter." she murmured under her breath. Quickly, she shot him a genuine, apologetically warm smile. She shooed the raven from her shoulder; "You could be more helpful." she scolded him, softly. Rae suspected Nyxx knew more about Mystic than he was letting on, but for some reason, he was choosing not to enlighten her. She'd have to give him a good talking to later...evil little bird.<br/><br/>Well, if he wasn't going to allow her to find a healer, she'd have to muddle through this all by herself, so, first things first. Rae stood up, slowly, so as not to startle the slightly odd man. "I need to find something to use as a splint, and then, I'm going to try and straighten the broken bone in your arm." She leveled a dark gaze at him. "I'm not going to lie to you, Mystic. Without a healer's aid to ease your pain, it's going to be excruciatingly painful. And, I've only ever watched this be done before, so I can't promise I'll do a very good job."<br/><br/>Leaving him to ponder what she'd said, she moved about the area in no-nonsense fashion, scavenging until she found a suitable piece of wood to use as a splint, and another, smaller piece, for him to bite down on. After only a few minutes had passed, she crouched again beside the young man, looking at him kindly, and stroking his arm once again in her soothing way. She'd hoped he might have changed his mind, but he nodded at her bravely, as if to indicate she should continue. Rae shook her head grimly. "Have it your way." She said, not unkindly, as she tore some long strips of material from the hem of her skirts, grimacing at the traces of dust now spread upon her fingertips.<br/><br/>"Open your mouth; this is for you to bite down on." She placed the smaller of the pieces of wood, between his teeth as he complied. Then, she muttered a soft prayer to whatever God might have been listening. Positioning herself at his side, sitting fully in the dirt now, Gods help her, Rae placed a foot into Mystic's armpit, and grasped his wrist firmly with both hands. "On three." She met his watery gaze with her ebon one, set her face firmly in determination, and counted "One ... two ... Three!"<br/><br/>She pulled as hard and as fast as she possibly could, only stopping when she heard a reluctant snapping of the bones as they moved into a more natural alignment. Rae had no way of knowing if she had done it correctly, made things worse, or even if the bones would set the right way now, but surely it had to be better than that crookedness of before. Firmly, she used the material strips to bind the longer stick to the full length of Mystic's arm, trying desperately to ignore the beads of indelicate sweat now scattered across her skin, and the dust that she just knew was sticking to her everywhere.<br/><br/></span></span>