Fights were rarely a struggle for Katsa, exactly, but she still expected it to be a little more of a struggle than that. She was on her feet as soon as she was free (she could still stand on her feet—that at least was a good sign) and was grateful for this darkness that should hide the colors of her eyes. One never knew how someone would react to a Graceling, nor whether stories had spread of a lady with her particular Grace, and she wasn't sure whether she wanted to deal with that headache in the moment when there were other things to worry about.

Of course, even she couldn't see him in this light, either. He could be any number of things as well.

"Well," Katsa grumbled at him, "at least we know you've not lost any feeling in your hands."