The strength of her grip surprised Vandal, and he smiled a little darkly at her and squeezed in return. He pulled her forcefully to her feet, catching her in his arms.
"I've been hit," he answered. Setting his jaw in anticipation, he pulled the arrow out of his thigh. If there was any pain, he didn't appear to notice. "But I've had worse," he finished.
"How are you doing? I would hate to think that lovely form of yours had picked up an imperfection."