No, she definitely doesn't miss that move, especially with Nida's follow-up wince and attempts at rebalancing his weight. Her only outward expression in response is the faint lift of one eyebrow, and what could be a smile, as long as you don't blink and miss it. She couldn't help it, sometimes. It had been a long time since she'd had to watch the way she moved, to tell herself to step heavier or walk a little less like she's ready to pounce.

"There are some needles and thread in the supply room in the inn," she answers, stepping into the room proper and away from both the door and him, giving him the clear path to the exit. Just in case he feels the need. "I borrowed both. You sure you should be walking around?" A gesture with her chin towards his ankle. "Looks like that might hurt."