Firefly Glen I have you strung,

Cinar. He returned, carefully bending his injured arm once more before placing it upon the ground.

My arm will be alright, then? He had to hope so. He felt that he had to keep moving; an injury was something that he could not allow to hinder him. I wouldn't want to make it worse.

He would have to deal with it sooner or later surely, but if he could put it off with little risk, that would be far better.