Amelia was feeling a little uneasy, seeing such skill surrounding her. She used to be able to perform these acts without a second thought so long ago. But now? She only hoped she could even draw back the string on her bow to shoot at anything, let alone whoever they may fight against on their little rescue mission. Avoiding the gazes of the others, she turned to finding Malkus again. Though a stranger still to her, at least she would have one person she knew.

Thankfully he found her not too long after her arrival. She was beginning to think he left her to wander and look like an idiot. While she showed no outward excitement upon seeing him, she did feel a small splash of relief wash over. Taking the sword, she held it and stared, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Back home, she would have wielded one of these herself, and so did many others. Shaking thoughts of home from her head, she looked up to Malkus, then back out to the archers, then back again. 

"Thank you, for the sword. I feel more comfortable with this in my hands," she said softly, taking it and sliding it to the belt. "But, I suppose I am far more out of practice with a bow than anything," she started, taking a few deep breaths before finding an unoccupied target to start at. "It has been far too long since I have shot anything," she added with a nervous laugh as she tried to knock the arrow with shaking hands.

She felt so nervous, and she could feel the hot tears threatening from frustration as she tried finding her position, lifting the bow and keeping the arrow in place. After some mumbled words, and feeling confident enough, she let loose the arrow and watched as it flew through the air, then dropped and skidded across the ground a few feet before coming to a stop just past the target.

Hearing a few snickers from onlookers, she looked to the ground and grit her teeth, shoulders visibly shaking at this point. "I-I'm sorry," she muttered, before hastily grabbing another arrow and trying again.