(She can smell the blood too; it's a scent that Yasha has never been a stranger toward. But she trusts Beau and Beau isn't freaking out in response so... whatever is happening, it must be under some sort of control. Her hand stills between Beau's shoulder blades, but does not move away.
When she's finally shown the wet mess from behind Beau's fingers, the tangle of what looks like... flower petals? in blue, covered in wet, red fuzz, all Yasha can do in response is frown.)
Did... that come from inside of your mouth? (Is that normal? She isn't freaking out, but she is pretty confused.)
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(She can smell the blood too; it's a scent that Yasha has never been a stranger toward. But she trusts Beau and Beau isn't freaking out in response so... whatever is happening, it must be under some sort of control. Her hand stills between Beau's shoulder blades, but does not move away.
When she's finally shown the wet mess from behind Beau's fingers, the tangle of what looks like... flower petals? in blue, covered in wet, red fuzz, all Yasha can do in response is frown.)
Did... that come from inside of your mouth? (Is that normal? She isn't freaking out, but she is pretty confused.)