Yu Shou was in the main corridor, looking exhausted but alert. He'd been awake all night monitoring the situation, his fourteen-year-old frame showing the strain of trying to manage two hundred traumatized children alone while Shuyin and her husband were at the penthouse.
"You should rest," Yuyan told him gently. "I can watch them for a while."
Yu Shou shook his head. "Your stepmother gave me specific instructions to keep everyone safe. I can't sleep while that responsibility rests on me."
"Then at least sit down," Yuyan insisted, gesturing to a chair in the corridor. "I'm just going to talk to some of them, see if anyone needs anything. You can supervise from here."
Yu Shou considered, then nodded gratefully and settled into the chair. "Be careful. Some of them are... unpredictable. Their trauma makes them react in unexpected ways."
