"Stop listening," he mutters to himself, under his breath. "Just focus on her, she is what matters to you most. She is your heart in your chest, your breath in your lungs."

Skellig turns and heads back for the house once he is done and it is her heartbeat in his ears that brings him back to 'center', back to reality. He lingers at the doorway, glaring angrily at the arrow still-lodged in the frame before he reaches for it, yanking it out with a pull that is slightly stronger than a human would be able to manage.

(Nobody is looking or listening at this hour.)

Shaft in hand, he re-enters the space.