Hari kept his small bow at the ready.

After the attack on poor Sora, he was worried about their safety.

While the lovely Alvaine healer that was apparently sent from the heavens carefully and skilfully tended to Sora, Hari half-watched in awe and half-kept a sharp lookout for more foes.

A wooden bolt he held nocked in his bow, and it would fly sure to his mark, for Hari was well practiced.