Corrine's attention was on the girl, not the solider. Both she and the young man had the same goal in mind: help the girl. However, her idea of helping was far different. "No, look you're scaring her more--please, just relax. I want to help you, okay? With the army, you could--" 

Serafina yowled in pain and dropped to the ground, thrashing suddenly as the bolt bit into her flesh and stained her white fur red. Corrine gasped and had to step back from the flailing lioness until she calmed down, but she cried out worriedly, "Sera!" Then her red eyes quickly settled on the boy as he pulled his sword and she glared. "You traitor!" she growled angrily, quickly raising her bow yet again. "Drop your weapon!" she ordered, practicing all her self restraint not to simply let the arrow fly. 

[i]Just shoot him![/i] Serafina hissed, though she stayed down. Any move she made was utterly painful and she couldn't get the bolt out of her back on her own.