Impossible Made Possible

Ullen helped her get her good arm through her shirt before carefully raising her injured arm up just high enough to slip the garment off.

Two protruding objects fell out as he took her shirt off, along with the undead-warding talisman, and as he rolled up her shirt, he noticed her cover her chest with her good hand in the dark.

"You better not be staring with that Domain of yours," she said.

After handing her the rolled-up shirt, he placed one hand gingerly just above her elbow, and the other at the odd bend, locking eyes with her in the darkness. "I need you to grab your shoulder and hold it tight."

 "I'm all right, really."

"If we don't reset the bone, it won't heal properl-…" He only now noticed her pained smirk. "Now isn't the time for jokes."

"You're no fun," she sighed. After stuffing her shirt into her mouth, she grabbed her shoulder with her good arm, grimacing and looking away. A small nod gave Ullen the go-ahead.

CRACK!