When Felicity was nine years old, a startled horse had stepped on her arm, breaking it. It wasn't the same as a leg but the angle was painfully familiar, enough that her arm started to ache again.
She tried to ignore it as she hurried over, trying to get a better look.
"It looks broken." She said, examing it as best she could-which wasn't much given the circumstances. They had used leeches on her arm to reduce swelling, but even if there were leeches here they didn't have time to find them. "If we can reset your leg, hopefully it could hold long enough till we get some help."
She wasn't feeling to well: maybe from cold, or having not eaten, but anyone looking at her would've noticed that Felicity's complexion had taken a slightly green color. All she noticed was that she was trying to not throw up.
*flails*
She tried to ignore it as she hurried over, trying to get a better look.
"It looks broken." She said, examing it as best she could-which wasn't much given the circumstances. They had used leeches on her arm to reduce swelling, but even if there were leeches here they didn't have time to find them. "If we can reset your leg, hopefully it could hold long enough till we get some help."
She wasn't feeling to well: maybe from cold, or having not eaten, but anyone looking at her would've noticed that Felicity's complexion had taken a slightly green color. All she noticed was that she was trying to not throw up.