Caroline snorted, then winced at the pain it caused her. "You think a healer could draw a bow like that? Of course not, it's mine." Looking at Gwen and Diana, she instantly regretted saying it. "I'm sorry, that was rude. I guess I'm just not having a very good day here." She looked down at her abdomen, which had thankfully stopped bleeding now thanks to Diana and the other healers. She carefully drew two of the arrows from the quiver next to her, motioning over one of the workers who seemed the least busy. "Get these to an Elianst Fletcher and Blacksmith. Tell them they are to make fifty more just like it when they have the time, on order of House McArthur." Once he had taken off, she leaned back again. "I hate being useless like this." She muttered.