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There was something about Merri that was pleasing, for lack of a better word. He was good with encouragements and easing people's worries, she'd discovered, but sometimes hope could be dangerous in the wrong hands. Hoping too much only set you up for disappointment, yet she'd spent most of her life being overly worried about nearly everything in her life that it was a wonder she didn't have permanent headaches from furrowing her brow so much. Having a little hope, especially when a friend was involved, couldn't hurt that much.
She sighed a little sigh that was mostly out of sheepishness. "I've only been here about two hours. I spent a good chunk of earlier today practicing, and now my fingers are a little... stiff." The archer wiggled her fingers in front of her for show. Seasoned archer that she was, too much target practice made her sore-- in a good way.
"Did you only just get here?"