(Well... it's not strictly a 'yes', is it. Beau isn't usually vague with Yasha, so for a moment she simply sits there and looks at her hands, unsure if she's supposed to interpret this as 'it's a bad time' or 'sure, we can talk'. Hmm.
She solves the problem by letting the silence extend between them for a solid thirty seconds before she says anything else.)
Are you okay?
(There's nothing to pick at, no grass to shred blade by blade between her fingernails. She lifts her gaze from her hands, and out toward the ocean. When she speaks again, her voice is halting, uncertain.)
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She solves the problem by letting the silence extend between them for a solid thirty seconds before she says anything else.)
Are you okay?
(There's nothing to pick at, no grass to shred blade by blade between her fingernails. She lifts her gaze from her hands, and out toward the ocean. When she speaks again, her voice is halting, uncertain.)
You seem... angry. With me. Or upset.