Jack waited her out, letting her settle, but he blew out a breath of relief when she said it was better. From what he read, the relief, once the joint was back, was pretty immediate. Still, it had to be pretty jarring and he hated that it had to get worse before it got better.

Easing himself onto the ground next to her fully, he gave her another full evaluation. He'd found some gauze and wanted to get a look at the cut on her forehead, along with anything else that was bothering her. "Can you look my way so I can clean that up next." He reached out gently to tip her face up toward him. "Do your ribs still hurt?" He asked as he dabbed some tonic on the gauze before pressing it gently to the cut. It looked deeper than upon inspection and he knew he couldn't stitch it now, but he could get it covered up. He'd been hoping any ache in her ribs was an extension of the shoulder, but it wouldn't be hard to guess she had fractured a rib or two in the fall.

"Tell me if I need to slow down or ease up," Jack didn't want to press her. She was obviously in bad shape and he would make sure he fixed her up to the best of his ability before he got her out.