As Era explained (or alluded to) what had happened, Emi couldn't help the small surge of pride to realize that Era had been able to transform even with the stress of her injury- it was something to be proud of, even if Era didn't realize it now. "Here." Emi reached for Era's outstretched hand, cradling it close and carefully brushing her fingers over the top of her hand. There was definite bruising, and as she hesitantly shifted Era's arm, the break there was evident.
"Come." She led Era to her work table, and within minutes had made up a salve for Era's hand- it would be cool to the touch, and numb the pain away rather easily. "That should help your hand. Your arm is broken- I can reset the bone and give you a sling to keep it in place, but I will warn you- it will hurt."