Charles was glad she let go of the door, he hadn't wanted to break her wrist. He had no idea how he would set the bones or how to get someone to the house to do so at this time of night. He moved her wrist this way and that making sure it worked, she winced through her tears, it looked to be okay, "It doesn't look broke, but you won't be writing for a while." She walked with a slight limp when she was tired as evidence of a break not being set, that was an experience he didn't want to think about.
He pulled her injured wrist away from her chest as she watched him through her tears, "You've seen what a hunt is like, you understand why I can't let you out." He stopped when he heard how loud he was becoming, he pushed her hair away from her face, "Why must you do these crazy things?"
