sounds like hallelujah

ALISTAIR He watched silently, his eyes shutting against her misplaced shot. Luckily Rexanna was quick to recover and her second shot found a proven enough mark to down the creature... for a moment before it got back up to either what strength it had left. "You did good. Very good." He would assure Rexanna in a calm, reassuring tone before he took the bow and another arrow from her gently as he began following the buck. The bow held steady in his hands, Alistair place an arrow into the back of the skull, severing the spinal column as well. The buck would fall limp, ending it's fleeting life. Hunting knife slipped free from its hold on his belt as he walked over to fallen creature. He proceeded to gut the buck, skin it, clean it. All handled with respect for the animal they had taken. During which he allowed Rexanna to plunge her hands into the filth and learn how a hunter truly claimed their game. Afterwards, the meat and skins would be taken to the settlement for trade, and to the tavern to keep Vervain's menu full. It was then, they had parted ways. The last two days served as a fun diversion, one he looked to experience again, but truly he still had much to accept and learn about himself before he allowed himself to be disarmed once again. Rexanna was nothing short of invigorating, a shot of life when he needed it most. Had their paths crossed again he would welcome it without hesitation. Had these days been the extent of their interaction, it was a memory worth savoring when he questioned if he were ever able to simply allow himself to live free. {End Thread}