Nevenka's approach tore Ji's focus away from the decapitated beast, his sword hanging limply in his good hand. He watched her lower herself to the ground and breathe heavily, shaken but not physically harmed in any way.
Catching his wife's eye, Ji offered her the faintest of smiles before he too sank to the ground, knees hitting the muddied dirt with a soft squelch. Using the bottom of his blood-soaked shirt, he hastily cleaned off his sword before returning it to the scabbard, the weapon disappearing from view behind its glamour.
With his good arm, he reached out and gently tucked Nevenka's hair behind her ear, eyes scanning her more closely in case he had missed something. "Are you well?" he asked, seeking comfort in the warmth radiating from her at their point of contact.