[Beau isn't one for wide toothed, excited smiles, but there is something at the corner of her mouth that she can't lie and say it isn't some kind of smile. It's nice. It's nice, and she feels surprisingly better even as she can't see the way the flowers begin to drop from her shoulders.]

Yeah. Y'know, just... beat the shit out of everyone in the way. Our time to take whatever the hell we want now.

[Beau isn't a crier either, but she is wiping away a couple of tears at her face, quiet but not trying to muffle the sound. Trusting people feels weird, but he reminds her of Fjord in a lot of ways. It's grounding. She's thankful.]

You good now?