('I believe you.' That's all that Yasha needs to feel better about the whole situation, and the strain on her feelings eases off enough to make her sigh in a big, loud rush. She isn't mad. She didn't realise wondering whether or not Beau was angry with her would make her feel so tense.
Beau lowers their hands to the sand, their pinkies still twined. Yasha doesn't pull away.)
I understand. (It's hard to let go of fear easily. Sometimes it lingers, even when you've stopped entertaining it. Yasha glances down at their hands, and rubs the pad of her thumb gently against the palm of Beau's hand while she thinks of what to say.
What would Molly do? He's good at talking to people about their problems. Or Jester, or Caduceus; what did they do for her, to help?) Do... you want to talk about it?
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('I believe you.' That's all that Yasha needs to feel better about the whole situation, and the strain on her feelings eases off enough to make her sigh in a big, loud rush. She isn't mad. She didn't realise wondering whether or not Beau was angry with her would make her feel so tense.
Beau lowers their hands to the sand, their pinkies still twined. Yasha doesn't pull away.)
I understand. (It's hard to let go of fear easily. Sometimes it lingers, even when you've stopped entertaining it. Yasha glances down at their hands, and rubs the pad of her thumb gently against the palm of Beau's hand while she thinks of what to say.
What would Molly do? He's good at talking to people about their problems. Or Jester, or Caduceus; what did they do for her, to help?) Do... you want to talk about it?