Yotsuyu did not want to win, she wanted to take care of Hendrik for once! Stubborn. But he was not actually fighting her, which was wise of him. She tugged on his arm, then steadied herself in case he really did need her to help him to his feet.

She tucked her arm into his as if they were simply out for an evening stroll--she wasn't about to let the knight get away. Yotsuyu figured he would not claim he was fine--and after what she had seen, she would not believe him anyway! And she simply wasn't above a bit of bullying (Hendrik, or anyone else) if it was for their own good, in the end. Still, she patted his arm with her other hand, trying to be reassuring.

"Well then, company you shall have. To the cafeteria, first, and we shall bear the trays to my quarters. You'll rest where I might watch you, and if you need a sleeping draught, you'll have one I brewed with my own hands." Not that she was certain he'd take one, but the Twelve knew she'd had difficulty sleeping of late. Not that she'd breathe a word of it to him for the moment. His problems were tantamount.

"I shan't sing you to sleep, though!" she said teasingly. "A murder of crows sounds sweeter than I. I may let you use my lap as a pillow, however, should it help you sleep."