Christian
Shrinking a little when she saw the man approach, Isabelle would be at least a little surprised by his reaction. And again he hugged her, maybe she still needed to get used to it. Not that it was irritating, but she still felt quite shy when she was that close to someone. She looked up with a look that showed a little comfort and happiness, even though her cheeks were still warm and red.

"It's just that when I failed in something, I always received a punishment. Sometimes I forget that I am no longer his object... I-I can try, but I don't know if I can promise that."

The kindness with which Zed treated her seemed when Isabelle's owner was with his beloved, a concern and comforting words. Honestly, it didn't even look like the Fae was still alive, and sometimes she thought that way. That she may have died while trying to escape, and is now finally able to live a 'free' life.

When the two were finished, Isabelle tried again to shoot, and again failed to hit the spot. A sigh could be heard soon after that.
Michelle
*Zed couldn't imagine life as a slave. He was just a farming boy. Now that had to be worse. You had to listen to a master, almost like a pet. Hm. Maybe he'll seek out this master, and teach him a lesson.*

"You are only what you think you are. At least, your potential is. Hold yourself up."

*Once Isabelle Shot again, his hands would then be placed on her shoulders, turning her.*

"Here. Have your body sideways to the target, and extend the bow arm straight out. Point the center of the bow at the target, using your hand. Get the arrow, place it in between your fingers, and nock it in the string. Make sure your wrist is straight, otherwise you'll hurt it. Pull back, not only with your arms, but with your back muscles as well. It's hard, and I don't expect you to hit the target. Accuracy comes later. Right now, it's just basic concepts."
Christian
Isabelle nodded and listened carefully, following what he was instructing her to do. She straighten her back and turned towards Zed along with his guide, now facing him. The Fae would stretch her arm, holding the bow and aiming at the mark made on the tree again. Taking another arrow from Zed, she would position it with the strings, pulling it back. 

*'Make sure your wrist is straight, otherwise you'll hurt it.'* 

Isabelle recalled what he had said, trying to make her wrist as straight and comfortable as possible. After that she would launch the arrow, which this time would hit the tree, but a few centimeters below the mark.