As she readied herself once more, she heard Malkus speaking. There was a comfort in him not joining the others in making fun of her or even holding back laughter. It hurt less, she supposed, being so frustrated with herself. But she had to forgive herself, even a little, right? With how long she had been held captive and used for nothing more than person pleasures, she had forgotten what she was capable of.

Amelia nodded slowly, closing her eyes for a moment and focusing on the bow and arrow in her hands. She shifted her feet, feeling the ground beneath her to steady her stance. After a moment, she let loose once more and watched the arrow fly through the air again. This time it didn't skid to the ground, but found purchase in the target. Was it a bullseye? Far from it, but she had hit it this time and it felt like a big improvement. She only let the satisfaction of hitting it take over for a few seconds before another arrow was slotted and aimed.

Once again, she focused ahead of her at the target and let the next few arrows fly. None were perfect hits by any means, but she at least accomplished in hitting the target. After several arrows were poking out, she let her arms fall to her side with a small wince. Her muscles were not used to such repetitive motion, or use of them in general. She finally dared to look at Malkus and let out a long sigh. "I know I am probably not who you want to be stuck with on this trip, but I promise you won't need to worry over me. I- I can do this."