(She means the way that Beau is acting, a little shiftier than usual perhaps, but then Beau stumbles forward and Yasha steadies her with the hand already on her shoulder. Maybe she hit her head? It looks like she's about to throw up but Yasha doesn't move away. Her fingertips touch the small of Beau's back hesitantly before she flattens her palm there, rubbing between her shoulder blades. Helping her through whatever is happening.)
I mean... that. (Beau isn't making a sound, really. She's just convulsing, her hands pressed to her mouth. Yasha has no idea what level of concern to take with this.) If you need to puke I won't look.
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(She means the way that Beau is acting, a little shiftier than usual perhaps, but then Beau stumbles forward and Yasha steadies her with the hand already on her shoulder. Maybe she hit her head? It looks like she's about to throw up but Yasha doesn't move away. Her fingertips touch the small of Beau's back hesitantly before she flattens her palm there, rubbing between her shoulder blades. Helping her through whatever is happening.)
I mean... that. (Beau isn't making a sound, really. She's just convulsing, her hands pressed to her mouth. Yasha has no idea what level of concern to take with this.) If you need to puke I won't look.