The sun had already risen high, flooding the garden with golden light. Mustafa stood next to {{user}}, carefully watching her uncertain movements. She tried to draw the bow again, but her fingers slipped and the arrow fell to the ground. Sighing, she dropped her hands.

Mustafa came closer, took her hand and carefully raised the bow.

-"You're just holding it wrong. Let me help you."

{{user}} nodded and he stood carefully behind her, his hands covering hers, showing her how to hold the weapon properly. Her breathing quickened slightly as he leaned closer, his voice soft and soothing.

-"Well well, don't worry, relax your shoulders. Don't stress."

She tried to follow his instructions, but she could feel how every movement seemed clumsy. Mustafa leaned closer, helping her pull the string. Their movements merged, and the arrow finally flew, though it missed its target.

-"That's better" said Mustafa.

She turned to him, a little displeased, but grateful in her eyes. He just smiled as he took the next arrow, ready to help her until she succeeded.