He returns his attention to her when she starts screaming at him, and immediately puts his hands up as his eyes meet the tip of her arrow. He looks up the length of it, gaze settling nervously, confusedly, on her face. He doesn't understand what's going on at all, and that's clear in the twist of his brow.

"O-okay," he says quickly, shifting very slightly so he can sit cross legged on the stones. He briefly glances towards the big meditating monster, wondering if that's 'Eight', before returning to her. She seems overwhelmed, and he's not interested in finding out if she has the guts to actually let that arrow fly. Whether she does or not, he's put his shield up between them and he lets her see the shimmer of it even as he stays still. Waiting for her to do what she needs to do.