Carefully arranging her skirt around her legs, she kneels down next to him and, gently as possible, starts dabbing at the cuts on his face, focusing on the ones that look like they might have dirt in them. Just the action of taking care of someone starts to calm her down and she can feel her muscles untense.

"Mmm... Well, I can't really get mad at you for that," she murmurs, gently working a piece of dirt out of a little cut. "That person sounds like a real... bully. I don't like fights but I'd rather you fight someone than let them get away with being rude to people because they somehow think they're better than them. Ugh."