"If you're low, aim for knees." His eyes follow her hand as she pokes at her own throat. He doubts that he needs to tell her that her best bet is to keep far away enough from her opponent that she doesn't need to aim anywhere.

Something like confusion flickers across his expression when she asks to be shown. She's unarmed (if she weren't, he'd be bleeding a lot worse already). There's a pause, then a slow nod. Yes, he'll show her. Like a well-trained pack beast he lowers himself down to one knee, allowing her to approach so that he can scoop her off of her feet a little more gently this time.