Someone held her.
Moving.
Someone was moving her. Terena didn’t want to move. She wanted to be still. She begged for stillness.
The voice spoke again.
What was it saying?
“Please,” she whispered. Even that hurt. Her mouth and throat seemed lined with grit and she dropped her head.
Something hard.
Wet.
“Don’t speak,” the voice said.
Terena blinked, her eyes heavy, achy. She moved her head back and saw his face at last.
“Daris.”
“Shh,” he said. Soothingly. That made her settle.
“Your shoulder’s out,” Daris said, his voice short but not unkind. He had set her down on the ground. Terena tried to curl up, whimpering, when her body protested.
“You went over the falls,” he said, his hands probing the rest of her body gently. She opened her eyes, watching him as he methodically moved his hands over her, feeling for other hurts he could not see.
Terena sighed.
“My leg,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to touch his as it came to her hip.
“I see it,” he said. Daris rose and walked a few feet away. His head lifted to the sky, and she turned her head to see where he was looking. A hole, with meager light filtering down. The dull roar of the falls surrounded them.
“She’s down here!” Daris shouted.
Terena inched back, trying to sit up. When she cried out, Daris was at her side.
“Don’t move,” he murmured as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“It hurts,” she whispered through gritted teeth.
“I know, I know,” Daris crooned. She blinked up at him. His face softened.
“Listen,” Daris said firmly, “I need to get your shoulder back in. It’ll be quick, I promise, but it will hurt.”
Terena nodded, not taking her eyes off him.
His lips thinned, and he moved to her right side. Daris put an arm under her, bracing her against his chest and, with his right hand, held her wrist lightly.
“I’m going to do it on three,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. She nodded again.
Daris moved his hand up an inch. “Ready? One, two?—”
Terena didn’t have time to brace as he pulled with one quick snap of his wrist. Her brain seized as pain seared through her shoulder and down her arm. She gasped and blinked rapidly against stinging tears, rolling down her cheeks unchecked as she panted.
“What the fuck happened to three?” she squeaked. Her arm shook. Cradling it against her chest, she shot him a mutinous look.
“Don’t be a baby,” he muttered, moving back to her left. The arrow piercing her thigh had snapped during her fall, but was still in her leg.
