[Yotsuyu listens. That in and of itself may be a miracle, but she takes up her teacup again, sipping thoughtfully as the girl relays her troubles. She had signed up for this, after all, though her eyes narrow ever-so-slightly.]

I cannot see you causing trouble, alive or dead. You seem sorrowful, but sweet-natured, fundamentally. [And shouldn't she know?]

Dead or alive, though, girl--you need to reach out and if it is what is necessary, take what you want! Claw and fight for it! I understand this is another new beginning for you, and such things can be difficult, but do not sit back and let life come to you--even if it is an unlife of sorts.

And if you find yourself needing help, I suppose the least I can do is attempt to help you. I am Yotsuyu goe Brutus, formerly of Doma. A pleasure.

[Not quite yelling, perhaps, but definitely a passionate speech. Even if following its like is precisely the reason Yotsuyu is here, herself...]