It-- [She's about to say It is, but Sannan keeps speaking before she can get the second word out, and she falls silent with an expression that looks like she's been slapped when his words register on her.

Surely you would like to help Nagakura-kun as well.

It's definitely her fault Shinpachi is a rasetsu, and it's definitely her fault that Sannan knows about it now. Shinpachi had managed to keep it a secret the entire time they were on the ship - no one knew about it when they were getting their rooms at the inn - they've only discussed it here, and Sannan had followed them, and if she hadn't insisted on going right away, he wouldn't have followed and then he wouldn't have known and...

He's gone, and she is only broken out of her thoughts when she hears Shinpachi's grunt and the sound of his foot kicking out onto the ground. She bites her lip when he looks at her, because while she knows logically that the frown isn't directed at her, it still feels like it is.

(If their situations were reversed, she isn't sure she could keep from frowning...)

She takes a breath and nods carefully.]

I'm okay. Sannan-san is... He's just very persistent. That's all. [She can handle his... requests. A more pressing matter is what he knows about Shinpachi, but the man seems so dead-set on keeping quiet about it that she isn't sure she should even bring that up.

She'll try to reassure him, instead.]

Sannan-san won't do anything. [He won't spill his secrets - that's what she means. Though it could be taken to mean she won't let him have her blood...] That's my promise to you, Nagakura-san. I won't let him.

[She tries for a smile and holds up her hand, then extends her pinkie.]

I promise...