Elise winced a little. "Sorry," she muttered. Her mother always told her to try not to use too many words, because sometimes they hurt. Facing the scary healer person, she smiled a little.

Hissing inaudibly in pain as the scary healer person grabbed her arm, Elise bit her lip. Don't show weakness, she reminded herself again. Right, it wouldn't hurt a bit.

An episkey later, Elise realized that the healer was right. It didn't hurt a bit. It hurt a lot. Feeling the joint pop back into place, she did little other than closing her eyes tightly.

Testing her wrist gingerly, she picked it off the pillow. Twisting it in a full circle, she smiled. It hurt a lot less, and she could write! "Thank you," she smiled at the healer. She should probably learn that charm, for all the other times she fell or something...