(Beau's immediate response is a little disappointing, and Yasha's shoulders slacken, and she looks away. That wasn't what she meant. Leaving is something that she needs to do every so often and she is going to do it, that is always how it's going to be, but– she's offering an olive branch here, placing it down carefully, edging it between the two of them. Beau is brushing it aside.
She doesn't have to stew in that for long, though. After a beat, Beau continues, and Yasha looks back at her. Does she look as surprised as she feels? She isn't surprised that Beau conceded to her idea, she's more taken aback by how it makes her feel. Warm inside. Happy. She smiles, a little twitch of her lips.)
Okay.
(It seems like a step forward, and Yasha really likes the thought of Beau not having to worry about her when she goes. She relaxes again, her gaze softening.) It's a deal, then. (And she holds out her pinky finger to her.)
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She doesn't have to stew in that for long, though. After a beat, Beau continues, and Yasha looks back at her. Does she look as surprised as she feels? She isn't surprised that Beau conceded to her idea, she's more taken aback by how it makes her feel. Warm inside. Happy. She smiles, a little twitch of her lips.)
Okay.
(It seems like a step forward, and Yasha really likes the thought of Beau not having to worry about her when she goes. She relaxes again, her gaze softening.) It's a deal, then. (And she holds out her pinky finger to her.)