He reached to shifted his roll of tools out of the way, a small leather bundle with a place for each with all but the one he still had in hand in it, and then turned the bow out.

"By all means. I crafted it myself--" Before she could take it he moved again to snag a small curl of wood still clinging to the wing, flicking it into the fire. "--It's finishing touches now."

Making it his, wholly and completely. One of a kind.