Emma made a mental note for potential Christmas gifts, setting Henry up with his own bow and arrow, and some tutelage from Robin. She worried a little about her son potentially owning so many weapons, but at least archery was a common enough hobby. Swordplay, outside of fencing, not quite so much.

"Well, practice makes perfect, and all those other lame parentisms," she teased, turning her head to smile down at him--and quietly assess him at the same time. "How we doing, kid?" she asked gently. "We've had a lot thrown at us these past couple of weeks."