[She laughs openly; the overblown reaction is almost exactly what she'd expected from him, but it is endearing all the same.]

I am only keeping your ego in check.

[She gives a stretch of her own, taking her bow in both hands before stretching both arms out before her, glancing over as he easily draws an arrow as though it's second nature to him. By now, she supposes it would have to be, and yet she finds her gaze lingering a moment longer than she might have expected, admiring his stance.]

I— am not thinking your stance is the problem.

[It's just fine, if you ask her.

She nocks her own arrow, drawing up tall with her chin tipped upwards as she prepares, pulling one arm back as she stands with her feet apart in the sand.]

Seeing it in action later will be making a difference. That knothole a third of the way down— be aiming there.