Azula's eyes shot to the blade and instantly she was imagining what she could do with it...or worse what Diana could do with it to her in her weakened state. Every muscle tensed and she had to remind herself that Diana knew she needed Azula alive...for now.

"Good, now you'll be able to sharpen some sticks for me to use if I get in close with someone." She muttered "Do you know how to whittle wood at all?" She pressed. Her gaze fell to the foot touching her leg and she did nothing to stop it. If that's how Diana was establishing a connection, Azula could play along.