Grace lay on the ground for a moment, just frantically taking in air. Her throat hurt and her neck hurt in a different way, the scratches somehow stinging more than the main part of what happened as her pain censors fought over one another. Staring warily at Anakin (because Grace was no fool, honestly) she started to move to sit up.

"I'm fine," her voice was low and husky in response to Obi-Wan but she didn't look at him when she said it, her eyes were on Anakin in the same way that one would watch a predator. When she spoke again she added, "talking is better. It's not like you have space to avoid one another here. Jesus." Her hand was at her throat still, rubbing over the scratches with a little wince.

"You can't keep magic choking everyone you're pissed off at." Grace is just going to keep thinking that Anakin is a particularly dangerous toddler.