"Not since I was ten." Not when it mattered at least. His hours at the range, dealing with frustrated emotions didn't count. Even when he'd thought Magnus was dying, he'd still managed to hit every target.

Catching a rustle of movement, he sheathed the blade, drawing his bow. Instinct had the arrow flying before he even completely registered the monster. "I'm going to have to make each shot count or try out the rifle." It couldn't be too hard, right? He'd always been curious about firearms but since they rarely worked on the creatures they hunted, he'd never had a chance to see if his aim translated to other weapons.

"With that, and you're healed enough?" Jace had seemed fine and he doubted that the Librarians would send Jace out on a mission unless he was fit for duty but he still worried. If his parabatai still had some injury lingering from the fight in Idris, then Alec would adapt their plan to compensate. With a look he silently added, I need you to tell me the truth.