@bietsized
“Well, hello there,” Mercutio greeted the stranger. He literally had to look straight down, craning his neck to do so. He was busy sorting through some rubble. Sometimes you could find the most amazing things just left there, and he loved finding little trinkets to polish up and make as new.
“Mm? Ah, this is nothing to worry about. A minor injury.” He was looking down at his hand. The girl had not pointed it out, but he thought it better to preempt it by addressing it himself. A bit of rubble had fallen on it when he pushed some rock away. No big deal.
It had only crushed his arm completely, leaving just a purple, swollen, broken mess, after all. There was nothing to worry about, really--his arm was subtly changing. A few strange sounds came from the broken limb; the swelling was slowly disappearing; color slowly began to return; and it was slowly bulking back up.
Just half a minute later, and it seemed good as new. Well, except the fact that it was still rather twisted. This was easily fixed by Mercutio snapping everything back into place with a pop, moving every joint with ease again.
“See? A minor injury. No need for concern, kid.”
