(Yeah, she notices that. The little changes in Beau's posture, the way she holds herself. Yasha wonders if Beau notices the same for her; the maintaining of eye contact, the easy way she folds her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow. Most of her smile dropped, perhaps, but a flicker of it remaining at the corner of her mouth.
Her ears are a little pink.)
I think I did just do that, unintentionally.
(The wink only makes her snort.)
No. I'm... (Words are so hard sometimes. Especially when it comes to wording how she feels. Yasha pauses for a moment, thinking, then simply says the first word that comes to mind despite its textbook nature,) happy.
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Her ears are a little pink.)
I think I did just do that, unintentionally.
(The wink only makes her snort.)
No. I'm... (Words are so hard sometimes. Especially when it comes to wording how she feels. Yasha pauses for a moment, thinking, then simply says the first word that comes to mind despite its textbook nature,) happy.