Tristan had heard good things about Crane, but he didn't like the other constable, who didn't seem to care one bit about the injured kid in the cell. Tristan had done prison duty more often than he wished he had, and often enough to know that places like these always had a one or two bullies at least. But he kept his mouth shut and followed Crane into the cell.

Oh. This kid again. What had he gotten himself arrested over? Never mind. It wasn't his business. "There, careful now." he said when he watched the kid flinch. He walked over and put his bag down on what he deemed to be the cleanest part of the floor. "Let's see."

After moving the toes and foot in different ways, feeling and testing the boy's reaction, he rose. "It's not broken. But you'll be using crutches for a week or so. Do not use that foot at all for the next four days, and then you can use it carefully, but with extra support. I'll bandage it, to keep the swelling down. Keep wrapping it up in the coming days until the swelling goes down, alright?" He opened his bag to look for a bandage.