The blood had cleaned off nicely at least, leaving not a single spot of rust on the blade, despite the time it had been before she actually do anything. She had spent near weeks with Darkleer, either sleeping or eating, body fighting each step of the way to her recovery. She had stepped so very close to death, yet the lesson that had taught had been forgotten over time.

All it has left is a soft voice of caution, and it is that that keeps her from attacking first, circling slowly, careful not to put too much weight on her ankle, and careful not to make her limp too noticeable.

And all the while she keeps an eye on that strange creation, brow furrowed with a slight frown. She has no clue of what it's capable of, and until she does, she must be cautious. Well. Cautious for her.

"Do you now?" A smirk and a laugh. "Do you think I would struggle to pry it off you? Waste all that time when I have such a very sharp blade on me? Fool."