"I see your wit hasn't suffered from the loss of your magic," he said, slowly stretching out the injured arm with a bit of a wince. You say that like it was his fault. (It was his fault.) But Locke was always quick to bounce back. She might need to sit on him to be sure he didn't try to bounce too far too quickly.

"Luckily, I already cleared the path for you." By stumbling through it. "A torch oughta keep the critters away."