Wric's eyes shoot to where the arrow is going. Watching it's path, and trajectory. It's close, and it's got his teeth gritting together as he nervously anticipates. Is it going to hit? Wrestling with inner thoughts, and self doubts about if it will- when it in fact does! After her first two misses he feels this is call for celebration. Meaty hands palming her waist, and lifting her high into the sky. "YES!" he proclaims, making a bit of a scene as he giddily laughs at his proclamation, then sets her down. "I knew you could get the hang of it.. your aim needs a little work though." he snickers seeing where her arrow pierced. "It's okay.. we can practice any time you want. Get your shot better." he says nodding.