Murmuring, feeling the hand on her belly as she breathed slowly, she pressed back against his body, though she remained mindful of the bowstring, as he had instructed. The draw seemed easier this time, not a lot, but her arms trembled less. This time, when she loosed the arrow, it flew a little faster and hit the target a little harder, it was no bullseye, but it was definitely a hit. Kaliya laughed, excited and a little triumphant.
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Marksmanship with assistance: 8