You never cared much for the 'damsel in distress' trope. You were strong, independent. Before you'd joined Arthur as an outlaw you had been a bit of a ne'er dowel yourself if you were honest. But you still had areas to improve in, and unfortunately that's landed you strung up in an O'driscoll camp as bait for Arthur. It was stupid, but funny to see them try and fail. Arthur (unfortunately along with Sean and Micah) had been sent out to help you. While the boys loosen the rope Arthur drops to your side.

"Y'alright, Darlin'?" Arthur cuts you free from your bindings and cups your cheek. The look on his face says that he'd put every one of these bastards in the ground a second time over if he could.