It takes a moment for Inigo to recognize the voice, as scrambled up as his brain feels right now. But when he looks up and sees the face attached to the voice, he does recognize her. She arrived at the last platform, didn't she? Something about her was kind of intimidating - then again, isn't there something intimidating to all women when it comes to Inigo? - but she didn't seem too bad.

.. Which is confirmed again now, when Inigo stares at the napkin. He wordlessly takes it from her, unfolding it to see the cookies.

Something between that gesture and the fact that she must have seen or heard him on the platform - I figured you were not inclined to join anyone else to eat - renders him speechless for a moment or two.

When he does speak up, something about him seems a bit embarrassed. His cheeks have a faint pink hue to them, and his gaze is lowered, like he's having a hard time looking directly into Yotsuyu's eyes.

"Ah, no, it's.. okay. I can drink later."

If he remembers. Inigo is not exactly the best at self care, let alone when he's upset.

"Thank you though. It's.." He stops for a moment, gaze falling down to the cookies. "I.. didn't really expect anyone to come bring me food. It's really nice of you to have thought of me."