Finally, the short samurai returned to the world of the conscious. She stood up and looked around. Apparently the giant ox and the rat were good guys now. Nagiha totally didn't get anything of it. It didn't matter, the princess was alive. Yes, that girl over there must be the princess. Nagiha felt the aura around her being all kinds of different than the others. Slowly she inspected herself and made sure everything on her armour was in the right place and looked good enough. Then she put up the Oda flag on her back, the sashimono for which the samurai of this period are famous for. Then she marched, with her yari in hand and her katana neatly sheathed on her left side towards the royal girl.

Standing in front of her, she ignored everyone else and placed her yari in front of her as well as her katana, then she knelt in front of her almost burying her face in the ground. 
"不肖は死まで忠実です、姫様。不肖の刀は姫様のです。{Fushou wa shi made chuujitsudesu, Hime-sama. Fushou no katana wa Hime-sama nodesu. [~Your faithful servant is loyal to you until death, my princess. My (Your humble servant's) sword is yours.]}"

So there she laid with her face in the dirt in front of her princess, a girl she hadn't met ever before, but she still had pledged her eternal allegiance to her with her last sentence.