[Noticing that, she says. About you, she says. Beau's heart leaps in her chest, because since when is she a person worth noticing, but it all slots back into place again quickly. They've been here... a long time. Longer than Beau has ever known how to handle being in one place, but it's somehow not been bad to find the predictability of waking up with Yasha in the same house, with Molly's laughter ringing out from the kitchen when she steps in from morning training to see him telling some kind of joke. The rest of the Nein were well on their way to becoming this close, but they're...

It's something else, now. And the panic over losing Yasha, the fear of suddenly seeing herself as dispensable enough for the other woman to lose, struck something she doesn't like to acknowledge.

The beat their eyes meet feels like a century, and Beau almost can't recover in time. Almost. She's always been good at getting back up, no matter the circumstance.]

You noticed? I mean, it. I guess I didn't expect you to be paying attention about stuff like that. If it's what you need to do, you should, uh, do it.

[No, no, Yasha is asking for something here-- trying to help. Beau takes a steadying breath, and continues.]

It'd be cool to know, though. Just since people disappear into nowhere here. Just knowing you should still be... around, somewhere, and not totally gone.