Miri watched the arrow fly towards her and get pushed off course before she had even blinked. With wide eyes and a thundering heart, she stared at the man who still held the bow. He seemed to be just as surprised as she was. Miri'khete had been almost certain that it was her turn to die at the hands of these guards and then here she was, still standing. It felt like her heart was five, ten, fifteen heart beats past expiry and she couldn't comprehend why. It hadn't even touched her, lying in the shadows and glinting silver in the light of the fire. 

It was this shock that kept her still, even as she heard him retreat into a tent. She could have escaped. She could have run, grabbed her bag and been clear of these guards easily but by the time her mind had caught up to her, it was too late. He was back and with a companion too. Warily, she eyed the two of them. There was an exchange of words but Miri didn't pay much attention. That was that. She was going to be taken back to where she had been running from. There was little chance of escape now.