@azemana from here!
“Accidents happen,” Allan says, if only to assure her that he thinks nothing less of her, for he truly doesn’t. That, and it would be rather remiss of him to shame any patient he comes across that pays him for his services. Mana, of course, needn’t; no, this is more-so a courtesy than anything and were she anyone else, Allan would have either asked for gil or carried on his way. As it is, she recognizes him and knows of his abilities; declining the Warrior of Light help would only mar his association with her.
He kneels next to her, grimacing as he inspects her snapped ankle. “I’ve been without my globe more times than I can count and retained injury without the means to heal myself as well,” he murmurs, if only to provide a calming backdrop of noise for her, absentminded in nature as the majority of his attention focuses on the injury. It would have to be set first then healed… unfortunate. He won’t warn her as he prepares to realign it, glancing up at her very briefly, and continues talking to distract her, “there is only so much we can do to prepare…” Then, abruptly, he sets it as quickly as possible, though he imagines the pain is still no small matter. “Apologies,” he mutters after, and keeps one hand supporting the swell of her limb as the other pushes aether into his globe.