She grunts in pain as the dagger cuts. Not as deeply as he'd intended, or even close, but she's not used to much even cutting skin. Her hair doesn't light, though it does smoulder where he cut.

She was going to just settle for dislodging him and being on her way, but that's clearly not going to work. She tightens her grip on the arm, more than willing to break it, keeping hold as she swings her arm to the side, trying to slam the panther into the wall full force, reminding herself she can't afford to hold back here.