[ emma fixes him with a Look, serious but also mildly dismissive. ]

There's no need for that.

[ she doesn't want to go to the town doctor, not over something as simple as a cut on her finger. ]

Besides, it's late; it'd be a bother over somethin' this small.

[ she puts some extra pressure on the cut, trying not to betray a wince at the sting. she doesn't want to make faraday fixate on her little slip-up, because really, she probably should have been more cautious with the knife so it didn't happen in the first place, frights or no.

she pulls the rag back to take a peek, then covers her finger again, glancing up at him with the same level of stubborness. ]

It's slowin' down already.

[ mostly. ]