"Should I not face my oppressor? I thought this was your fault, you dolt!" Not that Yotsuyu was convinced of his innocence, but she was fairly certain he wouldn't keep protesting if he was guilty.

He just did not seem that clever to her, sadly.

"You lie," she hissed, glaring at him. "Even if I had said I needed help, you would have looked anyway! Besides, I am not even certain you can help me, or you might have offered by now, eh?"

Gods, she'd probably have to help herself. Maybe she could Modify these things off...but her fan was still back in her quarters.

Yotsuyu was just not ready to make the trip back to her room just yet.