Well, that she understands well enough. Her muscles tense under his hand, and her mouth sets into a determined line. She will master this, this strange weapon that apparently can shoot... lightning... or something that looks sort of like lightning to her. She doesn't have a better word.

Aveline lines up another shot, and fires again; this time, she's more prepared for the recoil, and her aim suffers less for it. Different from wielding a shield, different from her limited experience with a crossbow, but... she can do this.

"I'll definitely need practice."