Illya was busy kneeling next to where the goldfish are, holding the small scoop tightly in her hands that the stall owner gave to her - and meanwhile listening to the words the other is saying.

They're...

...

They are kind words, right? It's a little harder to determine with how little emotion is present in the other's tone, but Illya is pretty sure the intention behind them has to be kind, considering the words themselves. So even though she's still a little awkward - read: shy, mostly - she tries to smile as she stares over at the other before her attempt.

"Ah, well.. if you want to cheer me on, then I'd appreciate it! But if you don't want to, then that's fine too.."