[There's something about the way Yasha goes breathless that stills Beau immediately, the energy suddenly quelled, all of her turning in tandem with Yasha's voice to see whatever it is she's seeing. And sure enough, the gardens stretch out before them and Beau lets her gaze go across the landscape, seeing it all from a very different place than before.]

Oh. Everything looks so small. Looks like 'mm on the mast of the ship again.

[Crawling up to the crow's nest, hanging off the edge with Avantika's spyglass in hand, feeling so, so free. This is just as good-- almost better, because Yasha is seeing it with her. Two people didn't fit up there, but Beau wished they did.]

Does it make you feel really big? To be up and away from all of that.