His arrow thudded successfully into the target and Dixie appeared to do a small victory dance. He watched with bemused eyes as she picked up another arrow, ready to thrust it towards him, when he suggested that he could help her out. It would be easy to continue with his shooting success, but that wasnt the point of this whole exercise. While it was a bonus that he was doing well, he'd also wanted to catch up with Dixie and see how she was doing. He could help her out just as much as she was helping him out and with a grin, he stooped down into a crouch behind her. She was smaller than him- her head just about came up to his chest, and it was easier than him standing and stooping. He took to the ground, his shoulders rolling once as he moved to encase her body with his own arms. He held the bow over her own hands, drawing it back with her as she spoke of her self doubt. "Shut your whinging, we're going to do this!'"
He muttered low in her ear as he helped her take aim. She'd managed to lean back against his chest and he could feel his breath rumbling against her chest as they both took a breath. Once he was happy with the angle and aim, he released and Dixie released her hold on the string at the same time. Saul kept the hand enveloping hers on the bow steady, keeping it firmly in place so that it didn't wobble and alter the course of the arrow. Green eyes watched with heavy anticipation as the arrow flew towards the target. He was certain it would hit the target, but even as he watched it arched towards the ground. With a frown, he gave a soft pout before Dixie turned, her small body fitting against his as she hugged his body, a squeal slowly becoming recognised as a stream of thank yous. Saul gave a laugh, his body shaking as he hugged the small woman to him.
"Very good Dix... You reckon you could do that again without my help?"
He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone as he straightened and, cracking his knees in the process. A chuckle escaped before he took up his own bow, stretching the string for a moment before he took his place beside Dixie on the next target over. With confidence, he lay the arrow across the bow and drew it, his elbow close to his eye once more as he waited for Dixie to draw her shot.
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