[Yasha's movement is, in fact, the cue she needed. The both of them insisting means she can't rationalize that they don't want her there, even if something feels like she tricked them into it. And yet, Beau scoffs at their comments, taking the step forward to join the huddle. Molly gets an arm around him, but for Yasha she lets the grip side down her wrist, interlocking her fingers in the other woman's hand, something closer and more intimate than she's dared before.

Just don't talk about it. It's fine.]

'Mm not sulking, you're just gonna squeeze out all my damn organs.

[But she is close, and there, and it all feels more right than it has in a long, long time. Her head turns just slightly to address Yasha next.]

Sorry you got dragged back here. But, uh. Good to see you.