Celeste checked Isendra first.
She crouched beside her at the pillar and moved her right arm gently, rotating it at the shoulder, bending it at the elbow. Isendra hissed through her teeth but didn't pull away.
"Bruised," Celeste said. "Quite badly. But nothing's broken. You'll have full range of motion as soon as we get you to a healer." She looked Isendra in the eyes. "Can you walk?"
"I can walk."
"Good."
She moved to Mira next. Mira was sitting on the floor with her left arm cradled against her body, breathing through her nose in short, controlled bursts.
"Let me see."
Mira held the arm out. Celeste took her wrist in one hand and put the other on her shoulder, pressing with her thumb. Mira flinched.
"Dislocated," Celeste said. "I'm going to put it back."
"Okay."
"Ashara, hold her other hand."
Ashara sat down next to Mira and took her right hand. Mira's grip was immediate and tight.
Celeste positioned herself.
"On three. One—"
She popped it in on one.
