[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]

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[b]location:[/b]Streets of newman[/centre]

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As Niesha stumbled, she pulled back, and dug her feet in to brace herself, as she helped Kris up. She quickly grabbed a shovel, and once Kris was leaning on it, she kenlt to examine her ankle. It didn't seem serious, but there really was no telling if it was broken. Still, it only looked like a sprain, thankfully. She looked up, and said [color=fff200]"i think it's only a sprain, still best to take you to the infirmary. While I can patch you up, best to make sure its not anything else"[/color] She said, rising. 

She went over to grab the hose, turning it on. [color=8dc73f]"brace yourself, okay?"[/color] She said, grimacing as she turned the torrent onto Kris, knowing it had to be done but not liking that she had to do it. Once Kris was as clean as she could make her, Niesha cleaned her own hands, turbing the hose off and returning it. Chances were, after this was over, they were both going to have to go wash, but that didn't really matter. 

Moving to Kris to help her, Niesha said [color=fff200]"It's up to you. Trust my judgement, and we can just go to the apartments and I can wrap it up, or go to the infirmary to make sure its nothing more then a sprain"[/color] She said, even as she started back into the inner walls. [color=fff200]"At this point I think it's best to just let the horse run until it stops, if its not going to danger the crops or whatever, or someone might get their head caved in, so I'll take you back"[/color] She hadn't noticed before, but now realised they were the same height.