[ well, it is incovenient — it stained her apron and a few other things, after all.

she makes a small noise that's nearly a huff, but she reaches up to take the rag from him, careful not to touch his hand and avoid the fairly unpleasant experience of passing through him. she's made that mistake before, even actually stumbled through him once, and it's not especially enjoyable; it's like being doused with ice water while something crawls right up your spine, and emma does her best not to suffer through that.

(even if she would be all right with the occasional contact, she reckons — before disregarding that line of thought.)

she mops some of the blood away from her palm and where it's trailed down her wrist, then wraps the rag around her finger again. ]

It's just a cut, Joshua. Hardly the kind of thing you need to get bent out of shape over.

[ she doesn't take concern especially well, doesn't like letting or making other people worry over her, and she's far too prideful to admit that the cut's bothering her or might need attention. ]

So, yes. Inconvenient.