She immediately halts. Panting, she lowers her sword and cocks her head to the side. Sweat beads her forehead, and she's tired. It's been a long time since she had a good hard sparring session with someone who wasn't trying to take her head.

She lays her sword to the side. No one will bother it.

"Here, let me see." Her healing is passive, and she does feel bad for having hit him so hard. Honestly, she thought their banter just a bit of sword fighting fun. Had she taken it too far? Or had she taught a valuable lesson?