Several things began to happen all at once, too quickly for Zebulon to immediately take in. As soon as the firebird crossed the barrier, the alarm went off and the others woke up. There were several shouts, and an arrow shot out of the darkness, striking the woman. Then the bard was offering her assistance and Zebulon realized abruptly that the alarm was still shrieking, so he raised his hands quickly and dismissed it.

Even though he had been thinking mere moments ago about possibly striking the firebird with his staff, he was a bit shocked by the arrow wound to her shoulder. He'd never really considered injuring the thief, not really, but especially not now that he'd seen what a rare creature it was. He hurried over to his pack and dug out his first aid kit and hurried back to where the others were gathering around the firebird. The bard was approaching her, so Zebulon hung back, not wanting to overcrowd or intimidate her, and he waited to see what her response would be.