Whilst much of the Inquisition's forces, its scouts, its supply wagons, and its focus had been out in the cold, blizzard struck fjords of Emprise du Lion, and that was where Harding had been. But as days turned to weeks and the Inquisition suceeded in its goals, many of them drew back. Oh, there would be a presence. Scouts were still stationed there, still things that needed to be resolved, still things that would take time and they couldn't turn a blind-eye, but it was enough for Harding to feel comfortable enough to return on one of those supply runs and not chomp at the bit to be back out there straight away.

Skyhold was oddly warmer, in comparison, which was odd, given that it too was surrounded by snow. But it's not as bad as the Emprise, where much of her time not spent scouting or surveying was spent huddled up in a corner of her tent writing reports. It wasn't an ideal place to practice archery. Now, with a free afternoon, she's not going to waste it with frivolity. She could have a drink or two, later. Maybe. After some more reports.

She knows Leliana is there long before she reveals herself. Not that it's Leliana specifically, but you get used to the presence of your boss who is prone to lurking and put the two together. As such, her apperance doesn't make her miss a beat, releasing the arrow true and joining its fellows dead centre of one of the targets. "Thank you," she says with a crooked grin, already reaching to her quiver for another arrow, though she doesn't pull it back, merely twists it round in her fingers, pensive. "It depends. Focus, mostly. Just me, the target, my bow and the arrow... time stands still. Keep an even head, and then it'll go where you want it to. Or," her eyes flicker up towards Leliana as she notches the arrow, "how much worse it would be if I missed."