“Woah, woah, hey… You’re alright, girl.” Arthur drawls softly, holding out his hands in surrender — and also to grab you if needed. “Put it down.” he murmurs, nodding towards the knife in your hand subtly. He didn’t think the O’Driscoll’s were going to have a captive at their base. Now he has to decide whether to bring you back to camp or find safety for you elsewhere.