Shaking her head slightly in disbelief at the “him” comment, Ryda puts the arrow back in her quiver. Unfortunately, I cannot sheath my bow, for I do not have a sheath for it, these girlish hips of mine take up too much room. She flips her cape over her shoulder, and turns to reveal her pack and 5 quivers, but no sling for the bow she carries. Not having an arrow in hand is the best I can do. She then lets gravity take the bow, allowing it to roll in her hand so it looks more like a woodsman’s saw than a martial weapon.