[ Dimitri feels a twinge of sympathy as he sees - and feels - the way her body tenses under his touch. He half turns his body to absorb the kick from her foot; it's not hard enough to really injure him, but he has a healthy respect for hooves and the strength that comes in them. He gazes up at her one more time and then turns, grim-faced to the leg that he's gently cradling in his hands. Without magic, he didn't think he'd be able to do anything - but as it is, he thinks he'll be alright. He breathes out and, after a moment of thought, decides it's better to simply get it over with. He offers a murmured word of warning. ]
One moment.
[ And then he carefully sets the bone back in place. There's blood that welters up from the wound as he maneuvers the broken limb. It takes a moment for him to be sure that he has it properly set and he holds it still, hoping she won't kick or tear away. And then he lets the magic that he's discovred since he came here flow through him and then out. It's a wave of warmth, a smell like spring grass - and the flesh knits closed over the wound, the bone reforming, and hopefully the pain itself starting to ease and be soothed away. ]
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One moment.
[ And then he carefully sets the bone back in place. There's blood that welters up from the wound as he maneuvers the broken limb. It takes a moment for him to be sure that he has it properly set and he holds it still, hoping she won't kick or tear away. And then he lets the magic that he's discovred since he came here flow through him and then out. It's a wave of warmth, a smell like spring grass - and the flesh knits closed over the wound, the bone reforming, and hopefully the pain itself starting to ease and be soothed away. ]