(The moment she wobbles dangerously Yasha is already lifting Molly's head very gingerly, setting him back on the ground, but Beau hits the floor before Yasha can get to her feet to help. She's standing when the scene changes with what feels like a lurch and she sways, reaching out to grab onto something that flickers out of view, replaced with nothing. Just sand, and sky, and sun.
Yasha blinks into the latter, squinting. Beau rolls over in the sand. She isn't bleeding, any more. Yasha glances down at her own arm where the arrow had pierced her and finds the wound missing, but her limbs feel so heavy.)
... I vote both.
(She sighs, and fists a hand into her hair, glancing back toward Molly. He looks fine too, so she turns, and starts to stride away across the sand, stooping to grab the Judge as she passes. She has a few things to think about, and she'd rather be alone right now.)
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(The moment she wobbles dangerously Yasha is already lifting Molly's head very gingerly, setting him back on the ground, but Beau hits the floor before Yasha can get to her feet to help. She's standing when the scene changes with what feels like a lurch and she sways, reaching out to grab onto something that flickers out of view, replaced with nothing. Just sand, and sky, and sun.
Yasha blinks into the latter, squinting. Beau rolls over in the sand. She isn't bleeding, any more. Yasha glances down at her own arm where the arrow had pierced her and finds the wound missing, but her limbs feel so heavy.)
... I vote both.
(She sighs, and fists a hand into her hair, glancing back toward Molly. He looks fine too, so she turns, and starts to stride away across the sand, stooping to grab the Judge as she passes. She has a few things to think about, and she'd rather be alone right now.)