“Insolence from the likes of you..” Kanato sneered, pausing for a brief moment before he snatched them from her lax grip, his downturned lips providing emphasis to his disdained demeanor.
“Look at that. You’ve managed to get hurt, even by bringing me a simple gift. How useless you must truly be to me if I have to tend to you at every turn.” He commented, referring to the new cuts adorning her fingers provoked by the precarious thorns.
Looking down at her hands, Yui now noticed the various cuts scattered across her pastel flesh. She must have got those while she was cutting off the thorns, though was too excited to give Kanato the roses so she didn’t realize. As a small amount of blood seeps out, Yui gently pulls her hands closer to her chest, balling them together.
“I think I can handle taking care of them myself, but thank you anyway, Kanato-kun. I hope you like the roses, though..” And with a slight bow of her head, she turns in order to head toward a bathroom to take of the lacerations covering her skin.