Sarianna does grin, as the little mouse girl scurries away, shaking her head, slightly. Honestly, it's almost like she was a mouse, trapped in a room with a cat. Oh, wait...<br/><br/>"I know enough first aid to set it myself. Been doing regular checkups; it's healing fine, and the bone'll set, as good as new. And, like I said, it's mostly my own damn fault. Wasn't thinking clearly, and still a little rushed on adrenaline and hormones." She waves her good hand, dismissively.<br/><br/>She leans back and studies Sara, for a moment. "So, what brought<em>you</em>to<em>me?</em>Guilty conscience? I thought that was supposed to be my thing, was raised Catholic and all," she says with a laugh.