She greets the man when he greets her, polite as she ever is. The training room looks big enough for multiple people, so she doesn't think to mind him too much. He's here to practice archery; she's here to practice archery... Maybe they can swap tips or stories later?

It's the yelp that brings her up short, startling out of her focus at that cry of pain. She doesn't think to dismiss the bow until she sees his skin burning in the light of it. It's gone in a heartbeat, and she holds up both hands as if to show that the radiance is gone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry--" she starts, saying the words quickly and repeatedly. There's a frantic concern in her voice, and her brows are knit together with worry. "That wasn't supposed to happen-- Are you okay?!"