The familiar rush and thud of bow strings letting fly and arrows sinking into targets - she wouldn't go so far as to call it music to her ears, but in times like these, it might be about as close as it comes. It's comforting, familiar, and practical enough not to spur guilt.

Harding has become a fine shot, and it seems that she remains that way, keeps her skills honed. Her dedication, her intelligence and the care she takes is the precise reason Leliana thinks her so well suited to scouting new areas as they extend their reach. In part it is Lady Vivienne's party that sparks Leliana seeking Harding out, beyond the context of her visits to the tower and their messages via raven. The Herald had spoken highly of Harding. Leliana is not certain she has ever actually told her that. It seems... remiss, as much as she could throttle herself for being sentimental when there is so much to be done. Sentimentality would not change what happened to Evelyn.

Being Leliana, of course, she is lurking, so she appears to simply materialise out of the shadow of the stairway as she approaches from behind Harding. "A fine shot," she comments, and keeps her gaze focused on the target rather than the woman alongside her. "What do you think of when you shoot?"

Curiosity. She can never quite help that.