Hawke was winded when she stepped back from her quarry, flicking the last few drops of blood from her blades. She turned back to Cullen and to his own kill, nodding. She reached up and touched a few fingers to her cheek, not surprised they came away red. It was already feeling itchy and she drew the back of her hand over the cut to try and wipe away as much of the blood as she could, smearing it in the process. She'd deal with it later when they had a real moment to catch their breaths.

"I'm fine. Thought I was in trouble there for a few moments." It would be just their luck that the competent members of whatever group they tangled with earlier would catch up to them sooner or later. She sheathed one of her daggers and stepped over to his side. "Are you?"