[ When he takes her hand, she lets him, despite her mind trying to quickly make sense of what she's seeing before her. It's Logan, she knows that and yet... he's different. So much in the physical sense if easy enough to see. But in the emotional? How much, she has to wonder.

But her bleeding finger which she holds to, blood still dripping down her wrist, pulls her out of those thoughts and she glances off for a moment. The spinning wheel she felt so compelled to touch... ]

Yeah. Just a bit.

[ She tries to shrug it off. ]

Or, I guess a lot more than you'd expect from... pricking your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel.

[ And it's here that she looks up to him. Really looks to him. Though doesn't attempt to slip into his mind. ]

I'm fine. I just... need some bandages and possibly some antibiotic ointment in case of infection.