[ When she moves, he thinks, Show off, but decides to keep it to himself. He also thinks, Lucky. She won't have to trudge through mud, and while he's silent on that topic, as well, he does at least sigh a little as he gets up.
He stretches, arms above his head, before moving to grab his quiver and bow. ]
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He stretches, arms above his head, before moving to grab his quiver and bow. ]
Ready if you are, Beauty.