*gives you a genuinely sympathetic look* I'm sorry, I know it hurts. *carefully rests your ankle on his thigh, unwilling to put your bare foot on the floor*
*smiles and shrugs slightly as he pulls out his cell phone* 'Fraid that's all she wrote, yes. The sooner we get that iced down and elevated, the better off you'll be. *in a cheerful stage-whisper* At least everyone's buying my cover story, right? I'll see you at the gallows when our King finds out I kicked his mother's feet out from under her in a fit of jealousy.