He did wake everyone, but the baby's cry, Heqet's confused question as to what's going on, Taweret's desperate prayer to She Who Is Great as she throws the bar across the door, are all background noise in the face of Kreyu's distress.

There is one small mercy, he won't have to CUT the arrow out, this time. The head of the wicked, barbed, thing came all the way through - he can use the head to pull the rest of it from her body.

For a moment, her eyes focus on him, color shifting between violet and brown, her hands scrabbling at the beads around her throat. "Take it," she manages to gasp out, the sound too weak for lesser ears to hear. He knows there's power in the necklace, karma he can use if he needs it.