[Liem may be a wicked man, and he may be angry with Hayame, but his efforts to pry her from the side of that firm green stalk do not lessen, regardless of their obvious futility. She will tear something if she continues this, cause some rupture that neither of them are in any position to mend. He has never been in possession of magic that could heal others, not to any significant degree, and while she may have grudgingly learned the use of some spells after the failure of the previous Oracle contest, it’s clear enough that none of them could be used to fix her arm.]

Hayame, don’t do this. It’s not the time or place.

[He doesn’t know how safe they are out here. For all he knows, someone from the Zenith camp could still be tracking them down. Some over-sized creature could stumble upon them, hungry for an easy meal. This is probably the worst possible situation for them to be occupied with a fight, especially given the state of her shoulder.

Since throwing his weight against her equine shoulder is doing next to nothing, Liem reaches out to grab her hands instead, treating the limp dominant one with deliberate caution. His regard of her one remaining eye is steadfast.]

We’re not doing anything here but hurting each other. If you won’t let me relocate your arm, at least come back to camp with me so someone else can.