*walks along in tense silence for a few moments, trying to work out what, exactly, she's done to earn this kind of reception*
*looks at you curiously now and then (it's scary, how much you've grown since that day at the house) before remembering something else Celegorm mentioned to her, in a recent email*
*her puzzlement plain* Hey...you're back to dancing already? The arm's healed (already)? *but it's plain enough it must have, when you are wearing no cast and there is no sign of swelling or discoloration* Turco— Your dad told me you fractured it.