[She shakes her head, rising as well and - slowly growing more sober.]

Not well enough. If that had been sharp [she nods towards the discarded half of the practice sword - shame that he had to break one, by the way] I'd be dead.

[And here's where the smile drops off her face and she grows more concerned.] Be careful out there, okay? You can't protect anyone if you're dead. Make sure the risks are worth it.

[Yeah. Totally hasn't forgotten about those suicidal tendencies.]