Limadan merely stood waiting there, the head of the greataxe against the floor, his hands resting on the hilt. Only as Luthien approached him with the wounded shoulder, he merely nodded at her plea for help. With the pressure of his foot, he dug the axe into the floor slightly, leaving it standing on it's own. He put a hand on the wounded shoulder, and grabbed the wooden shaft with his other.
With a swift movement, he pulled the arrow out of her shoulder again. A broad and smooth tip. Good. It wasn't barbed so the damage would be managable. "Well done." Was what he said as he dropped the arrow to the floor.