Stone Circle inytu

Something was wrong with her leg, and she had absolutely no idea what to do with it. She'd tried the herbs she knew and a few she didn't; but while the cuts and scrapes she'd sustained had started to heal, her forelimb felt floppy and wrong. It weighed heavily on her mind, but she'd elected to ignore it, for now. There was also the matter of her head, with felt heavy and foggy, and the whole incident of her accident was hazy and blurred. 

Still, she hobbled her way to the small gathering quickly, blinking at Murdock as he lay on the ground, moving near as her mother attempted to rouse him, heart suddenly speeding up a little. There seemed to be nothing obviously wrong with him, nothing that it seemed she could treat. Wounds, scrapes, even nervousness, and panic she could do. Other things - she looked at her brother with concern painted liberally across her features, waiting for him to answer the question her mother posed.