Because it was probably an apt description of how she looked, Shakuntala placed her hands on her hips, and said, "I'm fine! Where's my bloody sword?" 

Rory had picked up the sword, but hearing her shout for it, he stayed where he was, out of sight. 

Targen shrugged, "Nothing much. training mostly" he would not admit, not just yet, that he had still tried to draw on his own time.