"Accepted."

She sheathes her sword, swings her shield to her back, and strides forward to offer him a hand up - with a quick glance at the dog, just in case.

Cassandra is not quite wheezing, but it's clear from the way she's sweating and the rapidity of her breathing that she put a good deal of effort into their bout. Her smile is bright and unfeigned.

"It was a good match. Thank you for indulging me."