There would be a lot to do, but it was likely best not to think about all the steps that she would need to take. Focusing on the matters, and problems, at hand just then were more than enough. She would worry about the fence, the garden, the broken glass in the frames, after she at least had her wrist taken care of. Let alone the fact that when she spoke, or tried to think at Oma, she wasn't able to make herself understood.
Raina let out an airy sigh, soft and quiet, when he kissed her forehead, thankful for the comfort he presented. It was reassuring, and just then, the normally steady and independent Earth Elemental needed that small measure of it.
Another nod at his reassuring words, more for the hope that he was right on that count, than a firm belief that it was true. There was the fact that she had survived an encounter with a demon intent on the outcome being the opposite, to solidify that hope. The idea that she could have just as easily not? It hadn't fully hit her yet, and wouldn't until later. When, in the middle of the night, she woke from a dark nightmare, unable to breathe for a moment in delayed panic.
Despite her earlier misgivings about the motorcycle, she had been on it before, when he had picked her up from her tipsily grin-inspiring evening with Sloane out in Ann Arbor. Still, even without needing to inspect her wrist or shoulder, Raina knew that she could not go on the bike then. Even if she had been willing to leave her Familiar, or Bean. The shake of her head passed the gist of that message along to him, followed by a nod at the mention of her car. He didn't like cars, she knew, but there was no other way for her then.
"My ankle," Raina indicated it after dropping her fingertips from his cheek, "I think I sprained it." She knew he didn't understand her words, but there was still that need to try to verbalize it, and the slightly swollen and slight flush of the skin, at her ankle, gave away her meaning. "And my shoulder, the door hit it," her fingers barely touched the skin of her opposite shoulder, the bruising there already beginning to develop.