"I know." Is all she says, but that doesn't stop her from notching the arrow, drawing it back and raising the bow up. Her expression is calm, almost eerily so. Nick's conclusion isn't far off, though. She's so tired and angry and she wants to go home, and she wants to prove that she's not a fuck up, that she isn't some worthless waste now that Alistair is gone.

She watches him run calmly, and points the arrow, releasing it. Even as she watches the arrow sail and hit its target, she doesn't seem keen on expressing herself. She feels distant from emotions, like there's a glass wall in her mind. She knows that she wouldn't be normally behave like this. But Tabris has always done what she felt was best, no matter the emotional toll.

No matter the casualties.

She walks over after the arrow lands. She's not so distant as to leave a man bleeding to death. Mercy is still within her abilities.

"...Yeah, I know."