[A part of her that sounds too much like Jester for comfort is hollering in the back of her brain that this is some kind of romance novel scene and Beau should be Doing Something About That, but that gets thrown out the window really quickly. It's just not fair that it feels like so much with just a touch of the wrist, shoulders in proximity, ankles on ankles where sensitive joints press. It's fine. She isn't touch starved and smitten, what would give you that idea?]

I'm way faster than you, you've got too many muscles to be fast. And a big sword to carry.

[It's probably good for Yasha's sake that Beau is not currently able to run vertically up a damn flat wall yet, because otherwise it would just be bonkers.]

When we get out we'll get a running start. Go while they're distracted.