She's too far away to intervene, to try and help Jamie fight this flying menace. In an effort to do something, anything, she picks up a rock and hurls it at Peter before taking off running in Jamie's direction.

She doesn't make it in time.

Horror slides across her face as Jamie loses his hand, but she keeps charging forward, here expression closing into one of rage. She lets out a scream of anger and aggression, and once she's close enough to not miss she screeches to a halt, planting her foot before taking aim and hurling her sword right at Peter all in a matter of seconds. She knows the blade will find its mark, but she doesn't wait to see what damage it might do. She wants to kill Peter, but she's more concerned about getting to Jamie.

She reaches him as he slumps to the ground and drops to her knees beside him, already peeling off her top shirt to reveal the tank top underneath. "Jamie, hey, hey," she says, quietly urgent, doing her best to hoist him against her so she can wrap up his arm, bleeding where his hand once was. "Stay with me, okay? I need you to stay awake. We've got to get this bleeding stopped. You're gonna be okay."