After the cookies were taken from her hands, Mabel wondered if that was it. Mitch was walking away, and she stood still for quite some time staring off after him, uncertain what to do. Was she supposed to follow? But he was finally talking to her after hardly acknowledging her at all thus far, and not heading back into the castle, so that was the only invitation she needed as she doubted she'd get a spoken one. She didn't rush catching up, casually examining the hole in the thumb of her right mitten as she finally fell in step beside him. "Hm," she replied to his observation about the butter, figuring that was all the compliment she was going to get. And she really didn't need one.
Quietly, she prodded him in the side where she had stabbed him that other night, wondering if he went to the infirmary to get it patched up or attempted to do so on his own.