For a moment it seemed that the woman was intent on attacking again, and Jaelyn tensed and readied her spear. She didn't want to hurt the woman, but it would not be good to be hurt herself. Just as she was starting to contemplate drawing her sword though the woman stopped and all the anger left her body.
Jaelyn simply stared in surprise at the sudden transformation of the woman back to being a giggly and pleasant looking person. It was like a completely different person stood in front of her than the one she had just been fighting. It was certainly confusing to say the least.
When the woman expressed concern about hurting Jaelyn, and came to look her over, Jaelyn gave a small, reassuring smile and shook her head, "No, I am unhurt. At least, no more hurt than one would expect from a sparring match," she rapped an armored fist against her breastplate, "This armor provides good, if heavy, protection. Are you injured? I was trying to not strike too hard with my blows."