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Belle didn't like to dwell too deeply on the disappearances of her friends on the island. They hurt her deeply, true, but she felt as though she had to honour them somehow. She grieved in private and did her best to build up some kind of work in their name in public. When Helena had vanished, Belle lost her mentor and teacher of all things related to archery. She had continued as best as she could, but she had still been too new to really know what to do.

As a result, the bow began to collect dust.

Now, she felt like she had to at least try once more. She slung the bow over her back and brought her quiver with her to the archery range, settling things down as she pulled on her gloves and readied herself for the task. That said, she did begin to peer down the rows to see if anyone else was present who might be able to offer her a tip or two.