Tend to her ankle

Fidget became acutely aware of her ankle after ample arduous hours in agonizing lack of advancement, unable to ignore it any longer she slowly lowered herself to a branch and inspected the infliction which insisted instant improvised aid.

Fidget looked around the limb, first her own and then the one she'd perched on. "A large leaf," she limply lamented, telegraphing what it was she was searching for, noting she'd also need a twig too in order to fashion her fracture a fix, "for a splint," she said searchingly, seizing on this solemn silence to structure the supposition of her seclusion and that she might not be in her proverbial Kansas anymore Toto.

Action 1 Craft (Provided I don't need to explore to find leaves and twigs)

Action 2 Explore (In the event that I do need to find these things before I can craft)