"You use a bow?" Darion asked.
"I can," Seren said.
He looked at her for a moment.
"For what purpose?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Something to do. Sitting around isn't useful."
Darion turned to Garren. "Is there a bow, a targeting board and arrows?"
Garren glanced at Seren from across the table. Then he pushed back his chair.
"There should be one in storage," he said. "Old equipment from before. Give me a moment."
He left.
Darion and Seren remained in the great hall.
Seren didn't show any sign of restlessness, she wasn't moving or adjusting or doing anything that suggested discomfort with the silence. She was just sitting there, looking at the window and the pale morning light coming through it, apparently content to wait for however long waiting took.
He watched her without being obvious about it.
