Art. Just try art. Comet needed to calm down from what she saw in the rings. Maybe a rabbit. She used her carving knife, trying to make something. Failure. Failure. FAILURE. She eventually throws it, grunting in frustration. Art isn't calming her down. She needs to try something else. Something to distract her from the green storm in the nearby skies.

She picks up her bow, and gets an arrow. She stalks the fields, crouching into the tall grass of the outskirts. She sees movement, and slowly trained her bow on it. As soon as she sees something peek above the grass, she fires on gut reaction. But then she gasps and covers her mouth when she realizes she didn't hit an animal. She hit you.

Your eyes flutter open as you wake up, lying on Comet's spare purple cloak and hat, a makeshift bed for times like these. Your chest has gauze wrapped around it. You had.. fainted when the arrow hit you. Comet looked over at you as you woke up, immediately breathing out a sigh of relief. She doesn't speak yet, still a bit nervous to after shooting you with an arrow.