Her ankle hurt the most, eyes glanced to the good leg for a moment, though there seemed to be no signs of swelling just yet, the injury too recent at the moment though he'd assume she'd twisted it in some manner if she had caught it upon the root. Her answer was less than helpful however and wouldn't make Sorrel's approach any friendlier.
"How much does it hurt?" His tone was slightly more irritable now as he switched his gaze back up to the colourful woman's face. "On a scale of one to ten?" He prompted, it'd help him work out how severe the pain was, how much of a herb he would need to give her to help. At this rate though, he was still seriously considering simply leaving her to suffer. Stupid bird was nothing but trouble sometimes. "Can you put any pressure on it or move it at all?"
