The moment Azel realized what he was doing, he quickly withdrew his hand, almost as if he had been jolted by lightning and without making eye contact with her, he cleared his throat and returned her longbow.
Adelia pressed her lips into a thin line and gingerly took the bow from his grasp. Her cheeks still tingled strangely where he touched her and so did some part of her chest.
She reddened a little; his hand was large and warm, but it was a little rough to...
She examined the bow before looking back at him. "So," she started, doing her best to keep her expression flat and her voice steady, "you're suggesting that I shouldn't be bothered about my failure to replicate your movements just after one lesson?"
"Yes," Azel affirmed, as he ruffled his mane nervously. "The body only remembers what it repeatedly practices. You can't possibly expect to master something after just one attempt."
