I don't want your thanks. Keep it to yourself. [After Ethan settles down, Silver will approach him to examine the injury. He kneels on the dusty ground to examine Ethan's wrist, carefully pushing aside his jacket aside. When he sees the state of Ethan's wrist, he makes a soft sound of disapproval.] Tch. You've really made a mess of it, you idiot.

[He rises to his feet, wiping the dust off of the front of his slacks.]

I'm not qualified to set it. Wait here, while I find something to splint it with. [He turns to his Croconaw.] Make sure this moron doesn't move.