She's about to protest. To scowl and tell him otherwise. That she could have stopped it. That all it took was one arrow. Quick withdrawal from her quiver, quick aim. Fire. That's all that was ever necessary for her. A single arrow. How many kills had she made with just one shot?

But she never gets that chance to protest. And she realizes that if that had been his intent, if he had purposely put himself between the blade and... and Issac? she might have shot him. Killed her friend instead of the monster she meant to kill.

It's as much anger at herself as at him that gets her to wiggle out of his embrace and attempt to shove at him some. "Why would you be so stupid?"