He sees her stagger, and sighs. That's kind of his fault there. If he hadn't scared her earlier, she may have been able to watch her step.
He bends down, crouching so he's not towering over her, and pulls a squished roll of bandages from his coat pocket. Sometimes he manages healing spells, but he's not sure that'd be appropriate here, so he's going old-school with this.
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Date: 2017-07-03 08:22 pm (UTC)He bends down, crouching so he's not towering over her, and pulls a squished roll of bandages from his coat pocket. Sometimes he manages healing spells, but he's not sure that'd be appropriate here, so he's going old-school with this.
"I'm going to wrap your ankle. Is that ok?"