Sepoto stares dumbly at the bolt protruding from his shoulder for a moment. The wire. Far more taut than the last. The shifter touches the tip of the bolt, and listens at the approach of Catherine in her heavy armor. The pain is minimal, surprisingly enough. Sepoto's anxiety ratchets up slightly as he examines the shaft of the bolt still protruding. Poison? No, it did not seem that way, and for that he was lucky.
The chakit shrugs, a look of chagrin on his face as Catherine heals the wound. A painful smile crosses his lips as she yanks the bolt free. He takes it from her hand to make certain nothing extra dripped from the bolt beyond his blood. Good.
Whispering in the dark corridor:
"Well, Captain-Catherine, Sepoto thanks you. He perhaps needed a reminder of what clumsiness brings. I will examine the chamber beyond, and return quickly if nothing is found. Make certain the others watch the corridor behind them; this bandit's silence is troubling Sepoto."
[SBLOCK] Sepoto will very cautiously scout out the entry to the room beyond, to see what he can see. If there is nothing of interest, he will double back to the others. [/SBLOCK]