Orihime's steps paused as she stared at Tatsumaki's vehement declaration. It looked like she was torn between being very impressed and very uncertain if she was one of those people who was inadvertently messing with her and would soon know the promised regret.

She took a tentative move forward, eyebrows arched questioningly to see if that was acceptable. Orihime cast one more glance back over her shoulder, then resumed trailing along behind the other girl.

"I wish I could be as mature as you," she admitted sheepishly. "It feels like...I need too much. But no one really needs me. I don't even know how to cook."