[Mikan squeaks, but doesn't resist as she hurries along after being led out. Surprisingly she doesn't fall either when he tosses her away from him, deliberately deciding against it since it didn't seem to help gain any sympathy from him, just his continued ire.

So she stumbles a couple steps and then stops, righting herself and staring off a moment.] ...Yes...I suppose that's true. But it doesn't seem like there's anything we can really do about it either...

[Which is just as aggravating, honestly. She was getting very tired of having her life dictated by higher powers, you know? They were supposed to be just living their lives out, maybe not happily ever after, but better and now...?

Mikan turns then, twisting her hands together again, but her brow is furrowed in concern as she eyes the cut on his cheek. Unlike before in the blacksmith's shop, she seems a bit more pulled together now as she approaches him]

Um, that cut... It's my fault, right? I'm sorry... Please, um... Please let me take care of it for you! I-I'm a nurse-- Or, I was, back home, so...