"Well, at least it isn't anything a little magic can't fix, not even anything overly complicated. Now if it had been a rare poison, or had been done with Dark Magic, then we'd have complications."
He tried not to worry about whoever might have been so strong to do this sort of damage with a simple grip. It did worry him, but he still tried, if only because Zacharias kept deflecting. Though maybe there was a way of letting the other man know he was open to listening without putting him on the spot quite so much.
"I don't see wrist injuries quite like this one all that often, but I remember seeing a few when I training in another ward. This woman came in with the same injury about three times in a month. I thought it was really strange - what was she doing that would have that happen? But she never answered. And then she didn't come in again, but then I saw her name in the Prophet - she'd been killed by her husband. He'd been the one who'd done it, and I don't know, maybe if I'd figured it out sooner, maybe I could have done something." He shrugged helplessly.