"Here." Elizabeth had her way of just appearing, it seemed. She'd been watching Gale for some time patiently- she was nothing if not patient- trying to figure out exactly what he was doing. She wasn't a good shot with a bow and arrow- guns, when she was pressed, were more her thing. But she knew the value of them. That, and there was something that seemed to be relaxing about them. At least, for Gale.

She extended her hand, and a new quiver-full of arrows towards him. "You're running low."