Dislocated Reasoning

Some time after navigating the dim narrows of the pathway, Drystan and Ethan somehow ended up at the same place where Ruxandra had gone to in search for Ercilia. 

"Oww, fuck!" 

She was sprinting down the corridor when Drystan emerged from the opening on the wall. Her shoulder bumped into his own, sending a shockwave of pain through his dislocated joint. His pained scream made Ruxandra stop and jolt at the same time.

"Chairman! Sir Ethan!" she exclaimed, surprised and relieved. "Oh, wait, what did I do?!" 

She pulled herself away, nearly banging her own injured arm in her haste to get away from Drystan. He attempted to lighten the situation by mumbling something about them finding one another as a fortunate coincidence, but the distress on her face only deepened.

"I'm okay," he said, wincing as he cradled his injured arm.

"You're obviously not," she argued, concern overtaking her features. "Is it dislocated?"