"Not today at least," Jaer laughed. Seeing his uncle was finished, and not looking anywhere near fit to meet his soon-to-be ward, he turned away and changed his grip on the wriggling six-year-old so he had her around the ribs and let her dangle at his side like a particularly disregarded sack of flour. "But as it's clearly a good day to use Stark girls as target practice and you're so close at hand, I think it's time we made our way to the archery field..."