[... It looks tough. That's the first thing she thinks, making a subtle face as she looks at the witch.

Maybe... it's good that he's here. Not that she'll admit to it, especially not to him, but...

... Well, anyway.]

That would be her, yes. [She says it quite calmly, spear held before her.]

She's aware we're here, too... this will be an unforgiving fight. [She turns her gaze on him properly.] Are you prepared to fight as though your life depends on it?