The woman stood and shot off her arrow, and Noah pulled his lips in between his teeth to keep from chuckling. He would not have meant it in a mocking way if he did, but merely he would be laughing at the coincidence of the circumstance he found himself in. "I don't think that would help improve your aim." A thick, playful smile exposed the hunter's teeth and wrinkled the corner's of his eyes. It was uncharacteristic for him to play with such humor without knowing this woman, but as he stepped down from the rocks he traversed over he almost could not help it. "Would you like a hand?" He asked, removing his own bow from across his shoulders and lifting it as a display for her.
It might just stop the pain








