Ren lay there for a moment taking notes of the damage. Spat blood. Not much, just enough to confirm that the hit had been real in every sense that mattered, that this space translated force the same way the outside world did, and also that his ribs were going to have opinions about this later.
Selthia had gotten to her feet.
She watched him from across the empty floor with something that in another person would have read as amusement, but in her carried that particular quality of someone observing an experiment that is producing results worth noting.
"That nice body of yours doesn't do much for you in here, so lovely yet useless you know." Not cruel or mocking tone. Just like a data point she was sharing, mono-tone the way someone mentions the weather before deciding whether to bring a coat.
Ren wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up.
