"If I even made it to the archery field at all," Morgana returned, twisting away from the mirror, arms winding around herself. Any joy she'd been feeling at the days events were tempered, now. Arthur had been right about one thing.
"It looks as though you were correct about my archery skills." That hurt, as well. That he'd known her limitations.
Still, with a soft sigh, she nodded, moving toward the door. "Let's see what we can find."