[ He summons his aura in his other hand, but only small, enough to burn a bit of his sweater off to make into a bandage. He wraps it around her wrist tightly, making sure it wouldn't move before he looked at her boots. ]

Your boot might hold your ankle better in place of cloth. Until we can get you to a healer.

[ He stands up, offering a hand to help her get up. ]

People like to avoid taking responsibility. Can you walk?