Between the two of them, it was clear which of the fighters had received the worst of the punishment, though it was not as if Kaleeth had emerged unscathed after having ignored her own defense in favor of indulging in the attack. But, such superficial injuries were not something that typically concerned lycans, and Kaleeth in particular. With their regeneration, it generally required a severe maiming to create lasting injuries, and Kaleeth was a step even beyond that level of durability. An Argonian werecrocodile, specifically, had perhaps the most stellar regenerative properties of any creature in Tamriel. She was bloody and bruised now, but was not likely to have a scratch on her within a few hours. Although, the confidence her robust nature gave her could be a curse as much as a boon. In combat as well as in training, Kaleeth had become more willing, over the last few years, to accept injuries if it meant accomplishing her goals, and she was not invincible. 

Kaleeth look surprised, then suddenly embarrassed when Janius finally called her attention to him. For a few, brief seconds, she had that look of innocent confusion that had been so common for her early in their relationship. Of course, it did quickly fade into a normal sort of embarrassment. "Oh, um, has it been that long? Sorry, I was just trying to clear my head with some fights, and...I guess it took...longer." 

One of the more enthusiastic Nords in the crowd, meanwhile, peered back up at Janius and Kaleeth behind him and let out a brief chuckle. "Heh, what's the matter Kaleeth? Your wife come to drag you away from your fun?"

Kaleeth tilted her head to the side, again caught off guard. "Huh? What do you mean about a wife? Janius is a man." She said, not understanding the joke.