Just my wrist. [Diana looks for Myri's bright head from her place on the ground. She doesn't know how badly she's hurt, only that her wrist is throbbing where it's been twisted and pinned beneath her. She's having a difficult time sitting up and the nearly dead-weight of her body is keeping her arm trapped.]

I don't think it's that bad, I just -- there's um, a tree -- if I could reach my crystal, I'm sure I could... [Unfortunately, it's tucked into her back pocket and she can't do much besides brushing her fingers across the sharp edges of its outline.]

I think the tree is ...sick? There's a growth right above me, in the middle of the trunk.