One eyebrow lifts in an amused expression as a smirk tugs faintly at the corner of his mouth - that was certainly not what he had been expecting her to say in this moment. But she is speaking the truth - his hands have not felt this good in as far as he can remember.

"Do not hesitate to speak if it is too much to bear."

Attempting to minimize jostling the arrow itself, he carefully (and precisely) presses the blade into her skin, working to expand the entry wound enough to allow for the head to be fully exposed to aid in removal.

Ancient weaponry is...rough.
So is the wave of power that smacks him (his reaction is minimal, but not invisible) as her blood spills onto his hands.