Hamon's swift footsteps echoed in the large halls as he made to his training hall where he was told Ara was. There was a sharp sound of wind as Ara released the arrow from the bowstring, it hit the middle of the target board. There were also many arrows stuck to the target boards, it seemed she'd been in the training hall for long.
Hamon's eyes flashed with disapproval, "And what do you think you are doing here, my wife?"
Ara turned towards him as she lowered her bow, "Oh, you're back..." She noticed his displeased expression and immediately set the bow and arrows aside and flashed him an awkward smile.
Hamon's long strides reached her in no time, and without another word he began to unbutton her training shirt, "H- Hamon wh_"
"I want to check your wounds, now be a good girl and don't move." He stated firmly as he continued to unbutton her shirt. Ara's face heated up, but she didn't protest anymore. Hamon opened her shirt exposing her torso.
