[ He is, in fact, opening his mouth to correct her (slightly) before Petra beats him to it, and then there's nothing to do but laugh after she takes her shot. Amused or not, he's still going to wait to not interrupt. ]

Alright, alright. I'll let you have that one if it means I get to picture the same being true for you at some point, even if the bows might've been somewhat different. The ones in Fodlan were just different enough at first that I had to adjust, to say nothing of what Failnaught was like, but at least the basics are still the same everywhere.

[ Easy enough to offer up a grin when she looks for him to grab an arrow. Which he does, drawing one to match her selection and spending a second twirling it in appraisal. ]

I should think we'll be lauded as heroes for our service out here, really. Maybe this is our in with the higher ups once they hear about it.

[ Which - if there is any 'in' to be had from their respective bow prowess, Claude's not sure they want that since it'd likely mean being swept into the military or worse. There's probably a worse.

All of that feels far away for now as he lines up, spends a second fine tuning, and then sends his arrow to its destination. As he'd hoped it rustles the fletching on Petra's arrow as it passes to land perfectly lined up with hers in parallel, the point buried side by side into their cactus target. ]

By the way, I'm also pretty sure I'm the one who should be saying something about in the hands of someone so expertly taught. You put most of the Alliance battalions to shame.

[ Sorry, nameless Alliance soldiers. ]