Cynane glanced up at Dal'Sheed.
"I don't know. It sounds like he doesn't even speak a human language. I guess you could try... I don't know, not threatening him? He's acting like a spooked animal. Though I've never seen an animal that can do what he just did. Now give me a moment!" She turned to Lyra and the Rookie.
"I'm going to cut the shaft off at the flight, then pull it through from behind. After that we cover it up, and give her this potion. You, uh... what are you, another machine? Whatever. Think you can help her sit up if she needs it?" As she spoke she held the arrow in place gently but firmly, and placed the blade of her knife against the shaft.
As Adam began to slowly lower his weapon the wildman watched him closely, clearly mistrustful. As he did so his brow furrowed slightly, and the trees appeared to dip slightly.