The boy took one step forward, then stopped as if annoyed with his own feet for making the choice visible.
“Jakesully.”
The children behind him went very still. Jake crouched because standing over a child with a bow in your hand was a good way to make a question die before it reached the mouth.
“Yeah?”
The boy's eyes flicked to the bow, then back to Jake's face.
“When you let the string go—”
He lifted his own small hand, fingers pinched around an invisible draw.
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