"Yes," her back lifted to his touch as he finds the other side of her body after the brief respite. She pulled her hands away at last, instead knotting up tightly in the pillow below her head. The answer is all too enthusiastic to have anything to do with his actual question.

"- A - recurve -" her uncle had made it for her, taught her how to aim. But the details hardly mattered as she furrowed her brow, peering down her body shamefully as if to see what he was doing was really happening, that something so little was making her stutter her words. "I could not - bring it."