Lifting her right hand, she drew it over her forehead and refrained from any sort of laughter. If he got the impression she was entertained by him, it probably wouldn't go well. As she looked around, she tried to find something to get an idea for him. Her eyes stopped on some of the hanging decor, and eventually she looked to the opposite side of the room.
Then eying Connor again, she made the motion of drawing her right hand up and back over her shoulder, reaching for an invisible arrow. Then she demonstrated - poorly - the act of shooting said arrow. Provided he had any sort of imagination.
"Shoot something," she mouthed for him. He was the one good with a bow, after all.
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Then eying Connor again, she made the motion of drawing her right hand up and back over her shoulder, reaching for an invisible arrow. Then she demonstrated - poorly - the act of shooting said arrow. Provided he had any sort of imagination.
"Shoot something," she mouthed for him. He was the one good with a bow, after all.