(Look, she can't be held responsible for Beau immediately touching something Yasha just told her not to touch and then getting hurt because of it. In fact, Yasha even rolls her eyes despite the fraught nature of the situation, and promptly grabs Beau's wrist to stop her from picking at it any more after she's come back with a shirt wrapped around the offending hand. No more flipping fruitlessly through notes. They're going to figure this out.)

Um, (she says, and really tries to think.) It was... something strange, I think. The cure. Like you had to say something or do something...

(Fuck. She stares at Beau's open book, frowning at the upside down writing. What did Ren say to her? Something sort of... indecipherable, as is Ren's usual way.) You have to be your truest self.