She removes the last arrow from the target in a slightly more forced manner than she had the other ones, as though to punctuate her annoyance at the rogue's lack of tact. But she knew she wasn't as good as she had been at a child; there wasn't much time for archery practice when you were holed up inside dictating political matters while your now deceased husband traversed the countryside looking for glory in all the wrong places.

"Why shouldn't I?" Her voice is cool, aloof. She still isn't too keen on the idea of being near Howe's son. "It would be awfully embarrassing for the only child of a great war hero to not know how to hit a simple target." She punctuates this with a light sigh as she puts the final arrow in the quiver amongst the others, before finally turning to face Nathaniel.

"Any particular reason as to why you were watching me practice?"