[Her gaze softens slightly as she watches Eleven, quiet for the moment. Really, the title means nothing to her, although she does wonder, idly, if it's anything like the vaunted Warrior of Light in her world. She won't make that connection--he seems ill enough at ease.]

You have neither from me, young man. What Hendrik has is my...friendship. And as odd as it is to have that word roll off my tongue, I see no reason to do less for you.

[She glances at Hendrik, then. And then she smiles, perhaps a bit wickedly.] One must admit, I am more...scenic than he is. And less threatening!