[She laughs in response to his theatrics, over-the-top as they are; his reactions are absolutely what make saying such things worth it, playful moments that she has found herself incredibly grateful to share with him. His companionship is something she has come to depend on here, she's found; she had always enjoyed his friendship back in Fodlan, as well, but time and circumstances, as well as her own choices, had put them on opposite sides of the battlefield.

This, she much prefers— there is no question about it.]

Above average.

[She sounds nothing short of amused as she echoes him, shaking her head in response.]

I suppose I will be taking that! You are quite right, though. We should be trying again to be absolutely certain. That cactus over there is looking particularly threatening.

[A perfect next target. She reaches to take another arrow as he offers the quiver, though she does glance up just long enough to catch where his own gaze rests— studying her, is he? Perhaps she's just imagining things.

She smiles gamely, proceeding to nock the arrow with ease.]

To answer your question, I was being very young when I started— my father would take me hunting with him. The bow I used then was much smaller, of course. I was six, perhaps? It was very long ago, but I remember those trips fondly. What of yourself, Claude?