Yamashita blinked at the compliment when he released her jaw. Surely her honour was no more or less than any other of her nation's warriors? She was not an exceptional specimen, certainly when compared to Matsumoto, who had always been... her train of thought was abruptly broken as the specificity of her plight became very clear to her. Following Cervantes onto the boat meant she was out of options as far as escape went, and unlike with Hifuki, she had not surrendered, had not given her word to cease hostilities. Instead the water surrounding them would provide a very harsh deterrent to any thoughts of freedom.<br/><br/>Her heart sank as she stepped on board, a long shuddering sigh whistled through her teeth, and then with a scowl, she followed Cervantes. Truly this autumn had been the most disastrous she'd known since her patron had died ten years ago.