Though a little unsteady still, Lucy doesn't hesitate to hurry forward alongside Mathias. She's not about to just stand around here alone, and besides, there's no way not to worry about what might happen to the others, her breath catching in her throat. Maybe there's little to nothing they can do up here, but she still won't just let harm come to any of them.

Except it is, apparently, a little too late for that, her eyes going wide at the sight of the arrow sticking out of John. "Oh, fuck," she says, which is useless, she knows, but she's at a loss for anything else. "Your shoulder."