Yotsuyu wasn't certain that there were many others who would come to him at a time like this. Hendrik simply did not open himself and give of himself easily--though Yotsuyu could certainly understand, even if she had little idea of the particulars.
The name Jasper certainly came to mind, though she figured she had barely scratched the surface, there. This was not the time to do so, however. Still, she couldn't help a little huff of annoyance when Hendrik said he'd failed Eleven.
"Magic does not come easily to you, as hard as you have studied it. If even the instructors here could not foretell this happening, how could you? That is no fault of yours. It is an affliction of the world we have been brought to!" Surely the teachers did not care so little for their students--they had never acted so callously--save perhaps that old fart Loshakle, but he was like that with everyone. Had they known, they would have warned Hendrik. At the least they knew he was Eleven's protector...
She stepped closer, then, leaning to rest her hands on Hendrik's shoulders--an attempt at giving comfort. Yotsuyu knew quite well that she wasn't terribly good at that, and he was usually so stiff as well, but she would be damned again if she ignored him now. She didn't need to see his face to know that he was wounded--perhaps not visibly to another, but Yotsuyu knew him too well to think otherwise.
"You did not fail him, Hendrik. And he will come back to us. You must believe that. He will come back here and he will be safe." Yotsuyu...she felt bad saying it, but she did believe it herself. How odd to have hope. How odd to not bend against the wind, and still have hope. Even if it was something she reached for and clutched with both hands.
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The name Jasper certainly came to mind, though she figured she had barely scratched the surface, there. This was not the time to do so, however. Still, she couldn't help a little huff of annoyance when Hendrik said he'd failed Eleven.
"Magic does not come easily to you, as hard as you have studied it. If even the instructors here could not foretell this happening, how could you? That is no fault of yours. It is an affliction of the world we have been brought to!" Surely the teachers did not care so little for their students--they had never acted so callously--save perhaps that old fart Loshakle, but he was like that with everyone. Had they known, they would have warned Hendrik. At the least they knew he was Eleven's protector...
She stepped closer, then, leaning to rest her hands on Hendrik's shoulders--an attempt at giving comfort. Yotsuyu knew quite well that she wasn't terribly good at that, and he was usually so stiff as well, but she would be damned again if she ignored him now. She didn't need to see his face to know that he was wounded--perhaps not visibly to another, but Yotsuyu knew him too well to think otherwise.
"You did not fail him, Hendrik. And he will come back to us. You must believe that. He will come back here and he will be safe." Yotsuyu...she felt bad saying it, but she did believe it herself. How odd to have hope. How odd to not bend against the wind, and still have hope. Even if it was something she reached for and clutched with both hands.