World Outside Time: 4 days later

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Jubee lay on the grassy courtyard, bathing in the sunlight and feeling happy and content for the first time in a long while.

She was stretched out, laying in the yellow dress with her notebook, torn a little and battered, but fine other than a bloodstain on the cover, laying open in front of her. She'd purposefully ignored the pages before these ones, concentrating on the better times as she described the castle and the grounds, Sir James, Anmut, and everything that had happened so far.

On the ground next to her Steve was curled up, asleep as usual, and behind her Sir James and Anmut sat, also enjoying the day.

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She shakes her head no and grins.

"Not arrows. But after I broke my fourth naginata my Wolvie made me start replacing the blades myself, and he wouldn't let me use them unless the blades were perfect."

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He grinned and handed her a spool of fine gut thread. "Alright now. Watch as I bind this one." He picked up another spool and set to work.

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She nodded and watched, and then carefully copied him exactly.

"Is this right?" she asked.

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"Yup. Now lets see if we kin get these done before that blasted broom comes to tell us it's time ta eat."

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"Yes sir!" Jubilee giggled, finishing and picking up another arrowhead before she started to look for shafts.

((A few hours later))

"I think I'm done," Jubilee carefully set the last arrow on top of the pile, grinning at her stack and looking over at Sir James, laughing as she saw his much larger, far neater pile. "I can't wait until I learn how to use them!"

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He laughed, eyes sparkling. "They want fletching first, Joy. And I think we'd best wait to do that." Reaching out, he took one of her hands and showed her how nicked and worn her fingertips looked.

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"Aw, but this is good for me, I was careful," she pouted, sitting firmly on her other hand which was, but far, much more cut and beaten. "Can we do it tonight? Or tomorrow?"