"Ready your bow, friend Sielwoodan!" Calenthang hisses, pointing in the direction he saw the light, and drawing his sword with his other hand. He goes to investigate apprehensively; the archer's bow may prove useless if it's another wisp. After a struggling internal monologue, the elven warrior swallows hard before bringing himself to say what he does next.
"Teleri, put that sword of yours to use," he grudges the flippant fighter, motioning for her to join him.
I will surely look a fool if there is no need, but I'd rather look a fool erring on the side of caution...