Iggy had finally managed to take stock, arm wasn't broken, probably not even sprained, but it still hurt, and it'd probably bruise come morning. His brow furrowed when he felt the pain fade, relaxing just slightly at Candy's voice, reaching up over his shoulder to catch the injured wing, now that it didn't hurt he could tell that it was dislocated. He gave it an upwards jerk to pop the joint back into place, stretching it carefully before reaching out to brush Candy's arm, just to make sure she was where he thought she was.
"Hope? I'm... I'm okay. Just need an icepack. I think." He wasn't really used to talking people down, and he was hoping that someone had had enough sense to go get a teacher.