Wonderful. Now he picks a time to wake up. If an arrow to the back was all it took then maybe they should've shot him earlier to get it out of the way rather than have it mid-chase. The arrow sticking from the disguised coot's back didn't seem to have hit anything vital. He'd bleed out eventually but they had plenty of time before then. They didn't have time to play gentle nursemaid. "Do you think they're shooting arrows at you for fun!?" She calls across to the other horse. Her pose has shifted slightly, but mostly to be ready to snatch any errant arrows that come her way. It was rare for her to raise her voice (when not singing, at least), and in this case it was more by necessity to be heard over the thunderous clopping of hooves rather than actual anger.

She gently pushes Kleris on the back to get his attention so that he won't jump in surprise when she leans in close to his ear, dropping her voice to a whisper. The sultry flirtatious tones of before are replaced with cold steel - playtime is over for them. "You say something too. Overwhelm him with one viewpoint all at once. Easy to argue with one, harder to argue with five. Especially when you're bleeding out."