Fucked Up Hand

	It was like she'd punched steel. Bones were sticking out of her skin. Her knuckles were a mass of blood. Her wrist was broken. Both bones in her forearm had snapped. One of them was pressing against the skin from underneath, threatening to jut out. Sister Ariel stood and shook her big, loose dress. Dust puffed out. She snorted as she looked at Vi, who was cradling her arm.
	"You should really strengthen your bones before you strike with your Talent."
	"I did," Vi said.

Shadow's Edge, Chapter 40, pg. 333