(Feeling pleased lasts only for a fraction of a second, broken the moment she makes eye contact with Beau. Yasha blinks, abruptly realises the vague inappropriateness of the situation for what it is, and flusters. She lowers Beau gently toward the ground, then drops her the last couple centimeters so she can step back, arms folding protectively across her chest. She probably looks about as startled as Beau right now. Her ears feel hot.)
Mmm. (She clears her throat, glancing away.) Sorry. I– you already know, that I'm strong, obviously. I didn't need to...
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Mmm. (She clears her throat, glancing away.) Sorry. I– you already know, that I'm strong, obviously. I didn't need to...
(help)