*smiles at Anairë, having knelt down to carefully remove her shoe and check the ankle for breaks* Oh, I'll not have you taking the blame for this one, my Lady. *to the small crowd hovering gathering around them* She was showing me up on the dance floor, the poor woman, so I kicked her. What was I supposed to do, eh?
*very gently manipulates the affected foot* I don't think it's broken. Just a sprain. We'll get some ice, keep you off it, and it'll be fine.