Amelia wipes her arm across her eyes and sniffs, nodding firmly. "You can get the deer." she agrees. She felt slightly manipulative, but he was being rude. And hurtful. And mean. And she didn't like it. She takes a deep breath, wiping the last tears aay, before grabbing her crossbow off her back. "I'll keep guard so no Broms or wild animals try to steal it , kay?"