She stops midstep when he calls out to her, quickly turning on a heel to begin talking towards his throne. The bite lingering on Gilgamesh's words is enough to cause the redhead to bristle slightly, but the feeling quickly passes. While she doesn't fully understand the stressors plaguing him, she can empathize with him and know that he doesn't mean to lash to the way he does.

"I've finished healing the injured, Master," she says with a warm smile tugging at her lips as she approaches. "I do appreciate your patience with me when I am scatterbrained, but I came wondering if there was anything else I can help with..." Orihime's voice trails off as her head turns to look towards the entrance where Ishtar left. She wishes they didn't argue like they did, especially for her Master's sake, but she can understand that women (or Goddesses) like Ishtar can be difficult to deal with at times.

Turning her attention back to Gilgamesh, her smile widens as she closes some of the distance between them. Her hands clasped behind her back as she stopped a few feet from him, rocking on the balls of her feet. "Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help; I'm sure even the slightest bit of relief will help. "