"Nooooo," Dinah objected. "We're taking that sleeve off. And cutting down the inside if we have to. I don't want you moving that!" Her voice softened a little. "Please." She looked at the arrow, and said, as calmly as she could, "I think, maybe, I can pull this off the arrow, if I break off the feathers." But how much that would jar and hurt she couldn't imagine. "I'd have to saw through it first, though."