"I would hope not." Is the equally deadpan response.

Emet-Selch does not put a hand on the injury. Instead, he holds an open palm just above the sight of the sprain. At his own behest a swirling green light washes over the injury and the cool sensation of healing magic would be clear. It takes more effort than he would normally have to utilize but there should be a significant difference after a few short moments.

"Bend it and see if it is to your liking. If so perhaps - " He motions to the boy's face, " - a few more injuries can be addressed."