She was certainly better off than she had been. She could still feel the ache of bruises, the likely cracked ribs where the giant's first swing had launched her off her feet like nothing more than a toy, the blood prickling along her scalp. But she'd live through it. What had come after was worse, and while her nerves still tingled with the remembered agony of her last moments, it seemed she was spared that here.

She spotted the stranger as she was wiping the blood from her mouth, brows drawing slightly as she noted the men waiting a distance back, the way the woman carried herself, the alien-looking prosthesis she wore. Warriors all of them, and while Lyanna was suspicious, she didn't look afraid.

"I'm dead is what I am," Matter-of-factly as she wiped the gore from her dagger on the already ruined fabric of her gambeson before slipping it into her belt for the moment. "But so's the giant so I would call it a draw."