She was ready to fight when he reached a hand toward her, but it's undeniable that he's much stronger than her. The sword stings her hands a bit as it's knocked to the ground, and she lets out a little indignant squeak as he picks her up and points the knife at her.

"Let me go!" She whines in protest, wiggling to try and get a grip on the ground below her. "You can't hurt me, I'm little and I'm a noble, it's against the laws!"

Not that she knows what laws, but she's pretty sure it's against something. Still, Letha fears nothing, not even an angry man with a knife. There is no sign of fear in her, only indignation and anger.