[He has valid reasoning. Her father hadn't given her a bow and expected her to be as good as she is now. They had taken steps. Small steps that had been some of the best memories in her life. Practicing against a tree. Perfecting her shot with smaller and smaller targets until she could hit something the size of a squirrel's eye. Of course, those last steps had come later in her life. Later, after his death. When poaching had been the only option away from starvation.
She thinks on this just a minute more before reluctantly nodding.]
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She thinks on this just a minute more before reluctantly nodding.]
What would you do?