(Pretty cold day for a fully clothed swim! Yasha pauses amongst the waves with a slight sigh, her jaw clenching. Beau is... difficult. She is both insistent and genuine, and finds little ways to sneak in underneath of Yasha's indifferent front, hook her fingers in. It amuses Yasha. She isn't entirely sure why she goes through all of the trouble, but it's certainly nice to get the... attention? Whatever it is. She's fun to be around.

What's difficult about it is knowing that she has to leave.)

I'm leaving, (she calls. She doesn't look back when she says it. Lately, Beau and a handful of the others make faces like they are disappointed at her leaving, and it makes her feel strange to see them.) I've... been having visions, I have to– the Stormlord would like me to go, now.

(She's already up to her thighs in the water; she starts to wade out again, stepping out to her waist in the surf.) And I do know how to swim, thank you Beau.