She's not supposed to stay, she's supposed to go. She's never ignored this call before. Yasha's not entirely sure what will happen if she doesn't go, if she purposefully takes herself off of the Stormlord's path. Will... would he abandon her? She just doesn't know what to do. It takes a very long, agonising moment for her to turn around to look at Beau properly. She's in the surf now, her hand outstretched. Yasha hesitates, but then she finds herself taking one step and then another, out of the water and toward her.
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She's not supposed to stay, she's supposed to go. She's never ignored this call before. Yasha's not entirely sure what will happen if she doesn't go, if she purposefully takes herself off of the Stormlord's path. Will... would he abandon her? She just doesn't know what to do. It takes a very long, agonising moment for her to turn around to look at Beau properly. She's in the surf now, her hand outstretched. Yasha hesitates, but then she finds herself taking one step and then another, out of the water and toward her.
She reaches out, and takes her hand.)
... Okay.