As Harry grabbed the arrow, Sasha's eyes went wide. Despite him asking for her to keep her voice down, as the arrow was swiftly yanked from her shoulder she couldn't stifle a loud cry of pain, or the three bolts of lightning that struck down not far from their location and the rain that poured harder for a moment. Once it was done she let out a small whimper as he wrapped her shoulder the best he could. "W-we need to get out, then get help." Someone anyone would do, but they would need to clean the wounds to deal with everything properly.