Don't hold it against him. I was hardly the only one he attacked, so it wasn't personal. Poor guy feels guilty enough as it is. [There's a pause as Dairine thinks back to Barton's initial confusion, his face when he realized what he had done. The guilt she felt now was a tiny blip compared to what he must be feeling. 'Poor sod. Of all people, why did it have to be him?' Then Dairine almost smiles, the smallest hint of her usual mischief.] Anyway, I've been shot at by much nastier weapons than a bow and came out no worse for wear. I'll live.

[His second statement brings out an unusually sober expression.] I know. I can only hope they'll be proud, or at least understand... if it comes to that.