Malia had been sitting in the tree for awhile, sharpening one of her knives on the trunk as she waited. She had a view of Carson from where she sat, but nothing had happened yet, so she was staying still. After a moment, she heard the yelp as well, sitting up from her spot and crouching down, trying to make a view of the whoever had been stupid enough to step into the traps. She couldn’t hear their conversation, or make our whoever was on the ground, but she had a slightly shielded view of Carson’s back. She sighed, moving to a closer branch quietly, before she heard Carson call her name.<br/><br/>She jumped down without a second thought, picking up her knife and jogging over to Carson, her eyebrows raised, eyes on him. She ran her eyes over him quickly to make a quick run to make sure he was intact, before turning her eyes to the boy on the ground. Her confused expression morphed into one of annoyance, her arms moving to cross over her chest as she stepped up next to Carson. “Hey dipshit, haven’t seen you guys weaseling around recently.” She bent down, snagging one of the long knives he kept in his belt, spinning it and holstering it in her own. “This is mine.”<br/><br/>She looked from the blonde, to Carson, and then back. “You’re the one who shot the arrow?” She inquired, her eyes flickering down towards the arrows that lay in his quiver. “Why?”