If Cara had been here, Kahlan thought, she would be insulted. As it was, Kahlan couldn't help but be a little thrown herself at the girl's response — she was not the prideful sort, but having her abilities put into question was something of a sore spot. The utter lack of warmth in Mami's eyes is not lost on her either. It's a look more suited for a hardened soldier, not someone so young.

If they had the time, Kahlan would look deeper, would call on her Confessor abilities and attempt to chip away at that expression, but time is not on their side. Instead, she wordlessly hands one of her daggers to Nikita, handle first. "It may serve you better than the pipe." Another dagger is pulled out from a holster on her thigh — a more elaborate one, one of the weapons she'd taken from the Hold. A graceful flick of her wrist and the blade is adjusted until it feels right in her hand.

To Mami, she says, "Fair enough."