Piripiri feels guilty, just a touch, as she slides her stance left, turning a head on counterblow into instead a slight parry, just past her and into the river. There is the need, when fighting, to always be aware of the risk of putting your all into a blow, and it's quickly demonstrated. Han's attack tries to burn away the river. The river, the water essence of the land, is indifferent, and quenches the fire and rage. She makes sure to grab the back of Han's shirt to prevent her from tipping over into the water after. Nobody does well when they suddenly have that much essence eaten up, and she wouldn't be shocked if Had hadn't been taught this.

Han seems to have not been taught a lot about her heritage, and if nothing else, she will do her best to leave one good mark upon the world in the wake of the dirty deeds of today.

*

And so Han and Lotus find themselves captives of the dread Dominion! Han, your hands are bound in front of you, with the same cord that also binds Lotus's hands behind her, just in front of you. Piripiri has not yet taken off her mask, and is carefully, reverently perhaps, adding layers to the gag on Lotus, never lifting her veils out of place, simply slipping the cloth under it one at a time. A soft stroke along the back of Lotus's neck after the last knot is tied, and then the spy turns to you.

A quick bow, respectful but not deferential, and a happy sigh, and then a noted lack of gag. "Thank you for the fight. It was well fought, and a joy."