The arrow flies without hesitation, the bolt of light sinking through the neck of one of the birds for an instant kill. Before the flock can disperse, she's loaded and shot a second, pegging it between the wings.

She doesn't both shooting at the others as she slowly stands from her waiting place. Her glowing arrows have the handy trick of making it obvious where the corpses are in the dark.

"Got them," she says softly and without much point. She's felt strange and contextless lately.