Her apprentice would rise, wiping the blood from her dark features, though her pelt was still mostly soaked in it. Whether or not the girl believed her would slide past the Monarch unnoticed. Fighting. It was not surprise. The girl would need to the skills to see her plans through to the end. Haunches would fold beneath herself, plume curling carefully around her.
"Easy enough." The silver Queen would take a moment to think. "Have you sparred before?" She wanted to know if there was any prior experience or if she was an entirely clean slate. She would size up the girl, assessing what could be used to her advantage and what could be a weakness. "If you wish to practice, seek out Zaria. She'll be about your age. From there I will assess what you know and what you don't." There would be no way to help the girl without seeing her in action.