She's not even thinking about her foot. She picks up her broken tool and sits back down, trying to piece it back together.

"I'm fine. Have you got any sinew I could wrap this with?" She doesn't need it to be pretty, she just needs it in good enough shape to wrap yarn around it. The yarn that was already wrapped around it is sagging sadly and falling off, a neat pre-skein devolving into a tangled mess.