Nensu turned her eyes, having to manage on catching Midoriya in her field of vision; a worried glint in his eyes, shortly before feeling a hand. The green-haired teen was still on the verge of recovering, judging by the looks of the bandages around the fingers of his right hand. “Yeah”, she said in a whisper, in response to the concern in his voice. 
However, she took the last-gutted attempt to sit up, once more. This time, a loud groan of pain came, by the time she had managed to pull herself up into a sitting position. Hearing his comment, however, the girl looked down at her lap, at her hands, and then to the side. “I guess so. That was probably the hardest part of the tournament, aside from what happened...b-before that”, she lightly trembled at the thought. 
“I let Bakugou have it, Midoriya. I let him deliver the final blow, whether if he liked it or not. I yielded, because I was scared. After what happened to you, I felt that no one else deserved to feel the flame. It was my choice”, she explained, although there was a bit of guilt in her voice.