(Yasha isn't sure what exactly what she was expecting to come from putting herself out there, but it wasn't for Beau to shrink away from it entirely. Maybe she was expecting to be met half-way, or for Beau to at least consider what she had said before dismissing it out of hand, but–)

Okay, (she says, embarrassed, silently stung. Unsure of what to say in response. She gently disentangles their hands, and takes her back.) It's– it doesn't matter.

Just so long as you know I'm staying here. Until we find a way off the island, I mean. Um... that's all.