There's barely a moment between when the words are spoken and the next when Diana is tossing her weapon aside, moving grimly forward to kneel before Coupe. Careless. When was she last so careless? Certainly not since she was a child, still learning her way around a sword.

"You fight beautifully, sister," Diana says with all the formal solemnity a princess can possess, offering Coupe her hand, "You honor me."

She does not ask the woman if she can stand. To concede defeat, to fight so long with such an injury. Diana knows better than to ask this sort of warrior if she needs assistance, but the offer is there: Silent and steady.