[ Her brain is still trying to catch up from the fact that he placed a hand on her shoulder at all-- and now he's pulling her to her feet by her wrist? She nearly stumbles, she's so surprised. ] Eh-- but---!

[ But what? She's already feeling a surge of hope from him, calling to her core, to what makes her a god. And as a god, she must answer that hope and faith and wishes of his. It's inspiring and compelling her all at once, so he'll find that her protest dies on her tongue a moment later, and she begins to keep up with him. ] Yes...! We can! That's what they're here for anyway, to be healed! They suffered long enough. I'll help them out-- I'll restore them to full health!

[ Also she's quite impressionable. That shonen spirit is addicting. They'll turn down this hallway and the other, traveling up a few flights of stairs to reach the floor where the patients are being held. ]