That Anthony seemed some sort of flustered by her exposed calf, Torie couldn't help the satisfied little chuckle that escaped. She winced as he knocked into a crate, however, wondering just what was going through that thick head of his.

"Come now, you cannot tell me you've never seen a bright purple ankle before?" The tease left her lips before she could stop herself and Torie had to turn her attention back to her throbbing ankle to hide the blush on her own cheeks. The bruise had blossomed across her dark skin, though Torie didn't quite know what kind of injury it indicated, she did know that she would need to wrap it somehow to keep the swelling down.

At least with her wand back in hand Torie could do something about it. She looked around, finding a dust cloth over a nearby cabinet. She summoned it easily, sectioning off a long strip. The question was, what did she do now? She had no healing experience, had only had minor injuries aside from the broken leg at the Sanditon, but that had been properly handled by a qualified healer. That was all she had to go on, she remembered them saying the more stationary the injury was, the less it would hurt.

"Ah, do you mind?" Surely he had to have a better idea?