His keen hearing picks up the voice, heel digging into the ground as he turns on it and makes his way briskly towards the returned hail. His heart is pounding in his ears, no room for mortification at having hit someone for the sheer horror that he actually hit someone. His bow is lowered and he stows it with the string across his chest as he speeds his pace to a jog, coming to a stop by Cullen's side.

That.. that is definitely his arrow.

"Maker," he curses again, darting a glance towards the mansion. The last thing he needs here is a third party. "I didn't see you- Sit. I know a healer. He'll come out here if I have to drag him by the back of his robes myself."