(Yasha gives her a conciliatory pat on the shoulder as she is released a second time, feeling vaguely smug about the whole thing. Beau is pink in the face, across the tops of her cheekbones.)
No, (she agrees, and takes a step toward Beau. Without asking, without much warning at all, she grabs her underneath both arms and lifts her easily into the air without so much as a sound, pushing her back to the trunk of the tree she had been standing beside. Beau is so small and wiry Yasha can lift her quite high, and she does, until she's looking up at her.)
Mine is, though. (She seems quite pleased with herself.)
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No, (she agrees, and takes a step toward Beau. Without asking, without much warning at all, she grabs her underneath both arms and lifts her easily into the air without so much as a sound, pushing her back to the trunk of the tree she had been standing beside. Beau is so small and wiry Yasha can lift her quite high, and she does, until she's looking up at her.)
Mine is, though. (She seems quite pleased with herself.)