[She waits until his arrow hits its mark to say anything more, offering a satisfied nod of approval as she lowers her bow and gives an easy smile. They are well-matched, as ever, though working with a stationary target is perhaps a bit too easy for the both of them.]

If your battalions cannot be slaying cacti, then I am very worried for the fate of the Alliance.

[She laughs as she approaches him with her bow in hand, her gaze intent, propping a hand against her hip as she sees fit to offer him a new challenge.]

If we are going to test ourselves as well as these arrows of yours, however, we should be finding some live prey. What do you say, Your Highness?

[Here, when it's just the two of them, she feels at ease gently teasing him without letting his secret slip— it's not hers to reveal, after all, but a point of commonality that she cannot help but take pleasure in now that he's entrusted her with his identity.]