It’s less taking offense than it is not wanting to talk about it, but Gale isn’t offering an explanation. Why bother, when he doesn’t want to talk about it in the first place?

Pausing, he glances at her finger and is instantly curious. They’re not here to exchange stories about the past, though, he tells himself, and it doesn’t matter, anyway. “You don’t use that finger on the string,” he says instead, holding up the bow and pulling the string back in demonstration. “It shouldn’t be a problem, so I can teach you. We’ll just need to get you a bow.”