Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

in response to the girl's question, she lurched forward, wobbling a moment but finding her balance fairly quickly. attempting a few steps - lurchstepsteplurch - she found a rhythm after a moment, cumbersome and slow, but enough to have her move. light illuminated them once more, and she twisted to face the woman. "to an extent. do you know anything about - bones?"  she wasn't sure what would make her limb better, or worse. rest seemed the best option, but she could hardly sit around and wait for it to heal for days. nor could she go gallivanting off and get herself lost again, and potentially fall in more holes on her way to get herself un-lost.