Herc's glance to Ellana for handing over the potion is a glad one, as well, albeit tempered by their present circumstances. He's not much of a combat medic, save for the basics and what you pick up trying to stay alive when you're solo and there isn't someone better qualified along with you. One thing he does know is don't pull out an arrow, but Melys is already on that. Quietly, he asks, "you need to head back?"

The question comes with a nod to the injury. She's not a Warden, this isn't her fight. Longer the arrow head is left in there, foreign matter and all the rest, the longer they're playing with the possibility of an infection. If they could get it out he'd cauterise it, stop the blood, but that's hardly going to do a thing for them if they're sealing something in there. Best he could do is slice up her shoulder some to get the thing out. Not something he'd recommend, personally.

And, to Ellana, he could honestly say that there's always more, but this isn't the time for comedic theatrics. He stops, careful, paying attention. "None nearby," he advises, cautious. "But there's some around." Quite how close or how far, that he can't tell. Not yet, anyway.

"Better we're ready if something happens to these," he says, referring to the flaming weapons, and moving towards one of the braziers with Striker Eureka extended to light it up. "Even if they aren't close now, they could be later."