[ Lance had considered doing something to cover his arm, but it's too warm for his jacket, and he thinks there has to be a trick to it so the string doesn't hit you in the first place, right? So if he can just figure that one out, it'll be fine. In the meantime, his forearm is red and slightly bruised, because that sure wasn't the first time. But he's not going to complain right now.

By the time Keith finds him, Lance is collecting his arrows, safe for the one that managed to actually stick in the tree. He's gonna need some kind of quiver at some point, but they haven't figured out what to repurpose for that yet, or how to make one otherwise. He greets Keith before he even looks up, tugging another arrow from the forest floor. ] Hey.

[ The praise is nice. He smiles back, but he's rubbing the back of his neck. ] Yeah... it's kind of tricky.

[ He worries about pulling too hard or not hard enough. But he'll just have to practice some more. Approaching Keith, his eyes widen at the stuff he brought. ] Huh. Yeah, that's... probably true, good thinking. [ He smiles back. ] ... Thanks. [ He puts the bow and arrows down, reaching for the cloth. Except, uh. Hand logistics. ] Let's try that. But uh, gimme a hand here?