Yusho
The exalt shook his head in loud concession. "Fine, we'll have it your way," he returned, taking the offered items. At this point, Yusho's frustration was outdoing his positivity, and though he wasn't thrilled, he knew when he was being told to pull his nose off politics. He wasn't going to get through to her worries with fists right now.
The power invested in a figure like this First Chief made him think, but from what the vampire king said, he expected that the respect mentioned was owed. The alternative to praying that their true character wasn't of ill repute was hoping Valerie would be fine even with the supposed gravity of the situation, but he opted to trust that hunch and let her respond to her problems.
He had to ask for directions back before leaving, but he eventually made it back.
Meditation was a poor replacement for sleep, and an exercise he knew best to let the hours pass unbidden when instead he'd be waiting restlessly, but rest did not come easy to him. Of course, in a still unfamiliar place, with uncertain confidence in its safety, he was never counting on sleeping a full night.
It didn't make the waiting for Valerie less annoying, although he had become a little acquainted with some of the devices she sported in her home. No restrictions had been imposed on his stay besides what was implicitely logical, but even if he had to go out, fact was he really wanted to speak more with her first, and there were details about his residence here where her help would be appreciated. He'd had the chance to ruminate on the last day's events, after all.
That left him chewing on the contents of a bag of peanuts he'd purchased from a market nearby while overlooking the streets from one of the castle's towers.