The arrow catches me in the calf. My adrenaline kicks in. I grab some medicine from my cornucopia stash and heal up the wound before the girl knows what's happened.
I'm going after that richard. I'm not gonna kill you, you've done nothing to hurt me yet, and you don't deserve to die. Lay a hand on me though, and you will be meat for the club. If you want to come with, I could use someone to keep an eye on me.
Your call.