There is no blood! Her nose is made of sturdy stuff, it takes more than that to break it. Stuff like grabbing her head and slamming it into the ground, for instance. But what would Cade know about that?

She studies his face as intently as he studies hers, then seems to find something that she agrees with--or maybe she is just tired of the ground. Either way, she nods, and raises her hands up to him. Because she is not getting up from this ground without some kind of help. Whether she actually requires that help or not is a moot point, stop questioning her, Cade.

"Like an ancient elven spirit, wrested from my eternal slumber," She whispers to him, "I rise."

Not that there will be any actual rising unless he gives her a hand. Maybe two.