Koph returned her comrade's grin and added an affirming nod.  That was a good look on his face.  Confident, but not crazed.

Koph spread her hands on her spears shaft, then stretched both arms high overhead.  Her torso expanded, causing her bruised side to cry out in a moment of pain.  She pushed through it, sucking in deep breaths that pushed her chest out before releasing them again.  After a few moments the discomfort faded.  Lowering her arms, she twisted her body to look closely at the point of contact.  There was no visible discoloration anywhere on her smooth skin; whatever damage the blow may have done was minimal, so her body had or would soon finish repairing it.  [color=00ff7f]"No trouble,"[/color] she confirmed to her partner.

Looking at Voltaire, though, that might not have been totally true.  There were still traces of blood on his cheek.  She stepped close to get a good look, even reaching a hand out to hold his head there so he couldn't move.  [color=00ff7f]"Any pain?"[/color] she asked.

With another moment's thought, Koph leaned in and licked the blood off his cheek.  The wound had stopped producing any more, so all that remained was a thin line that would disappear soon enough.  [color=00ff7f]"There.  You look good; now we can keep moving."[/color]