Fendros nodded confidently and obeyed.

Before his quiver was empty, Fendros demonstrated that his shooting was skilled, but inconsistent. It would have been enough for his previous hunting practices at best. Ahnasha gave him instruction on how to improve his technique and they practiced it until it stuck in Fendros' head. At first, it was slightly strange to Fendros the way her entire approach changed to become more serious when it came down to training, but she seemed to be a good instructor; patient and knowledgeable, but firm. It was likely that she was as grateful for the distraction as Fendros was, he deduced. The changed way of shooting was uncomfortable for Fendros at first, but with constant nudges and reminders, he was eventually able to follow along. It took more practice to employ it, but by the end of the night, Fendros' technique had improved by a perceivable margin. He had learned a lot from Ahnasha, including some more respect for her.

When Ahnasha said that they would stop for the night, Fendros was exhausted not only from the training, but the entire day. As they approached camp, everyone had either retired to their bedrolls, or was preparing to. "Ahna," Fendros said. He paused for a moment, looking to the side and considering, before smiling and looking at her once more "... thank you."