[He didn't break it, but Iris can feel the ligaments and tendons protesting as he releases her wrist. She rubs it absently with the fingers of the other hand while she finds an elastic bandage and another icepack.]

Bloody Alpha got at you. I've got a banging 'eadache now and all. It's still a bit of a mess in there, but you'll recover.

[Anger clouds her face briefly, then it's eclipsed by a swift grin of satisfaction.]

That's a lovely brain you've got there, sweetheart.