With a wince, Rita shook her head. "Not not okay, exactly. But something is wrong with my ribs, I think." Gingerly she pressed her fingers harder against each rib in turn, a hissing breath escaping her as she hit the wrong one. "I don't think it's broken, but..." Fractured maybe, just the bottom one, the other two above it were bruised. That she was sure of.
"Nga zotat," the young woman murmured under her breath as she turned at just the wrong angle. "Well," she said after a moment. "Please remind me to not repeat that action."
Rita carefully sat down beside the other woman, not exactly feeling an impetus to move at the moment.