"Then you should come and eat something. And try to rest! How can you protect him when he returns if you do not do these things?" No, Yotsuyu is doggedly hanging on to that hope--that Eleven will return. She isn't about to dwell in the negatives--a truly odd place when it comes down to it, but it's clear Hendrik needs someone to drag him out of despair.

Why should it not be her?

Though Yotsuyu did scoff when he said that she was too kind to him, and she patted him on the head. "You know better than that." Oh, perhaps she'd not deny that she could be gentle when the situation called--as this one did--but kind? She did try, but she simply wasn't certain that she succeeded all that often. Though Hendrik was one of her oldest friends here. So perhaps with him, she did, a bit.

A mischievous look crossed her face, briefly. "You do owe me lunch, do you not? Not that I have any intent of forcing you to endure the public at the moment, but we could at least raid the cafeteria." Then he wouldn't have to worry about actually paying, either. Though if something teased the knight's appetite on the way to the academy, Yotsuyu would be perfectly content with springing for it. She wasn't certain he had coin on him.