He followed her quietly, allowing her to walk a few paces ahead of him as they went. He brushed past the reeds and grass, occasionally allowing his free hand to move over them as they went. Once they stopped, he shifted the crossbow around from his shoulder and in front of him, slipping the strap off so he could hold it properly.
When she raised her chosen target, he eyed it for a moment before glancing back to her face and giving a curt nod.
“Might do,” he said. Daryl raised the crossbow, ready to aim, and gave her another nod. He didn’t fire right away-- he let the board begin to fall slightly before he let loose an arrow, the force from the bolt shooting it off a little ways away before gravity took hold and sent it plummeting into the ground.
Daryl grabbed another arrow from the attached quiver and held it between his teeth as he went about resetting the string into the latch. As soon as it was reset, Daryl bent down and scooped up a relatively smaller board and turned it over in his hand. He moved his attention back to her, squinting slightly in the sunlight so he could better see her face as he waved the board some.
“Your turn,” he said. “Sure you can hit this?” Now he was just playing along.