She lets him take the right one -there is, if he notices it, a shimmery web of faint scar tissue on the left forearm- and grins; easy-going and light-hearted.

"Not enough to incapacitate me. Besides." The grin sharpens as her gaze turns serious. "Legends always rise again."

She knows he won't get the context, that it's ok for her to get hurt because not only is she a Traitor, she's a Living Legend. "I'll be fine, really."