Naomi leaned against the proffered hand, bracing herself for what came next. She'd only dislocated her shoulder once before, when she was thirteen, and it had taken three supervisors to keep her still so that they could set it back.

She moved deliberately now, first rotating her arm inward, and then slowly outward. She gradually grew more paler with each movement, and had to repeat the process twice-- the second time actually drawing out a sharp cry of pain until she bit down on her lip-- but there was an audible pop as the shoulder finally slid back into the joint.

With a long exhale, the girl sagged against Jolt's hand, taking a moment to just enjoy the relief.

"I'm okay," she whispered, one hand resting on her shoulder. "It's okay now."