When the other woman whimpered in pain, Izzy's brow knit and she looked up and over her shoulder. Her father had faith that she could use the Force to heal, but Izzy...wasn't so sure. She hadn't ever tried. She was still learning, after all. There was no sign of Uncle Anakin but he'd said he was coming, anyway, and that he would help her and make sure she was doing things all right. Anna would suffer in the meantime if she waited, though, so she focused back on the other woman.
"I have to break it again," she warned, looking apologetic. It was going to be an effort to keep from feeling sick at having to literally and intentionally break someone's bones, but Izzy would focus on the part where she put it back together again.
"We could try the locker room?" she offered at Anna's question. "It's not as comfortable, I'm sure, but...it's as closed off as we're probably going to get in here."
Taking a deep breath, Izzy looked the other woman in the eye. "I'm sorry," she said quietly and, while she was able to catch Anna off guard, she grabbed her hand and pulled, never breaking eye contact so that she could silently communicate that she was sorry for the pain she was causing.
Once she felt the bones separate again, Izzy let go and turned away, closing her eyes to collect herself, just for a moment before looking back at Anna. "Don't move," she whispered and held both of her hands a few inches above Anna's own, closing her eyes and focusing on the task at hand.