( Sansa imagines a bandage, of sorts, stabilizing his wrist and helping to take the pressure off it. It's only supported by her Purple Dusk, yes, but if he doesn't try doing anything spectacular with it, she thinks it'll hold. )

There you are. If it starts hurting again, you can come find me. I'll help you or have one of my friends do it - Zita wears the Green, she'll have more power.