"Are you all right? Can you walk? There's a stone stool over there. Let me help you over so I can take a look at your foot." Archer Rhys reached out and steadied Grace Winslow.
His movements were restrained and respectful, so Grace didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Leaning on him for support, Grace made her way to the nearby stone stool.
The light was dim. Archer knelt, took hold of Grace's foot, and slipped off her shoe.
"This might hurt a little. Try to bear it." He looked up at Grace, and the light behind her cast a warm, yellow glow upon her face.
For some reason, Archer felt his pulse quicken.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, before gently taking hold of Grace's ankle.
"Hiss..." Grace sucked in a sharp breath.
It hadn't felt like much before, but now a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her ankle.
"It's dislocated, but it's not serious. Just hang in there, I'm going to set it." As he spoke, Archer gently rotated Grace's ankle a couple of times.
