She has no idea what a bike even is. "Yes, sir."

"Marysia, go get the bike."  The daughter argues for a moment - she wants to see what happens next! - but then goes off at a run, to at least miss as little as possible.

The man cuts a small branch off a tree and sets about splinting the strange girl's leg with it.  "Hold it out straight and I'll immobilize it that way so it doesn't get worse, yeah?"  He doesn't have training or anything, but he has the general idea, and he's pretty sure if he wraps an old blanket around... hmm, first the stick, actually two sticks so there can be one on each side, and then more cloth around her leg and the sticks all together... and ties everything around with twine until it's pretty well stiffened, that'll do her less harm than it would to try to get anywhere with it dangling broken like that.

He'll pause if she screams or protests, but he's really rather hoping this part can go without extra complications.

She can be so quiet and still and cooperative about his weird stick-blanket ritual.

Wow, he wishes his children were this well-behaved.  ...Or maybe he doesn't really.  It's a little disturbing.

He sits there, considers asking her name, decides not to.  Then realizes he's going to have to take her home before the doctor's office opens, and his family will definitely ask all sorts of things about her, so if anything... weird... it's going to come out, it better happen now, without his kids here.

"What's your name?  Where's your family?"  He sounds hesitant about his questions.

She had lies prepared for those, not that this is really the sort of situation she'd been picturing for using them. "I'm Nessa." (A totally normal name, where she's from, but not one with any connection to her apart from the meaning.) "My parents are back home in Sofrituró."

He's pretty sure there's no Nessa on the nameday calendar.  So she's either odd or foreign - or pretending to be, for some reason, but that's a strange thing to pretend.  "I've, uh, never heard of any Sofrituro.  Should I have?  How far is it?" 

It's really weird how he's just admitting that. "It's a few day's walk that way." She points vaguely back in the opposite direction from the one the man came from. 

"What... sort of place... is it?"  Maybe he should just stop asking.  But it keeps feeling like they're talking past each other, and - it's not that he minds if she's lying, it's just it would work better if she was saying things that made sense.  And maybe she's just telling the truth, only he's not sure if it's the sort of truth he's better off not knowing too much about.  It makes talking difficult.

"...The normal kind? It's just, like, a little village, it's not like Egorian or anything." It's a real village, though, she was pretty sure it'd be safer to pick something that actually exists and just isn't that close to home.

"Huh. Weird name, but all right."  He has his doubts that there's really a village like that around here, but it's not like he's seen every little place within a few days' walk - maybe it's one of those old German names or something.  And in any case she's clearly not inclined to say anything his children will get excited about.

It's not much longer before Marysia is back pushing a large-wheeled metal contraption - the man helps Nessa stand up, then helps hold the contraption steady and looks at her expectantly.

She's not really sure what she's supposed to do with the unstable-looking wheeled thing. Probably she's supposed to sit on it, but she's not really sure how it's supposed to work, it seems like it'll just fall over no matter how she does it. She ends up trying to perch sideways on it, with both her legs sitting awkwardly on the left... whatever this is. Some sort of boxy piece connected to a circular part of the contraption.

Grzesiek wouldn't be that surprised if she couldn't ride a bike - most kids learn, if only from friends, but some probably don't - but that she doesn't even seem to know how to sit on it??  "No, no, you have to get one leg on the other side-- don't worry about the pedals, I'll walk it, just hold on like this--"  He tries to get her to sit on it the normal way without touching her inappropriately (which should really be a lost cause after all that work on her leg, but in a first aid context it feels like it doesn't count and in a helping-someone-on-a-bike one it does) and eventually manages.

It's not very far to their house, and walking the bike works fine.  "The doctor's not in until eight, so we have to wait a while anyway. You want some food?"

On the one hand this is probably a trick or a trap or something. On the other hand, it's not like he couldn't do basically whatever he wants regardless, and she's so hungry. "Yes, sir."