Mipha's a bit unsure if his stilted reaction was because of her, or her answer, or embarrassment. Setting the bowl to the side altogether, she reaches out further to cup the side of his face and bows her head to look at him under his bangs, making eye contact. As reassurance. For both of them, even.

"As though I would ever say no..." She brushes part of his side-bangs out of the way as she slowly pulls away, face still conspicuously clouded with emotion. Though trying to make light after the apparent scare she'd given him, the laugh her recollection summons gets likewise trapped in her throat. "After all...you had accepted the armor...hadn't you?"