(Yeah, this isn't great for anybody involved, huh. Yasha shifts her weight to her other foot, then relents the tight fold of her arms so she can lean forward and push a kiss to his cheek before she turns and leaves. Because even though though she feels so helpless and angry and uncertain and hurt, she still loves him, and she won't ever leave him without reminding him of that. Even with the briefest of gestures.
Anyway. She's going to find Beau, because she really needs somebody to be on her side about this right now if she's going to figure out what to do next.)
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Anyway. She's going to find Beau, because she really needs somebody to be on her side about this right now if she's going to figure out what to do next.)