The arrow was still a bit disoriented, and jumped when he was shaken awake. “…O-of course, Mr. Sir.” He started to make his way towards the stairs, but was flying a bit slowly… “Should I tell her the others are coming too?”

Beepsumu, meanwhile, made her way down the stairs, still looking concerned. “Well… She’s not eating for me either…” She sat back down at the table and picked up another arrow. “She wasn’t looking so good either…”

“Hmm?” the Repairman asked, looking back at the arrow. “Oh, yeah. That’d prolly be good.”

He looked up at Beepsumu, mild worry in his eyes, but said nothing. The second arrow went by in silence, until he had one or two more dents left.

It was at that point he looked up again.

“…Is it all right if I go look?” he asked. “Might as well bring this guy up anyway…”