(It's not that she's angry solely with Beau, it's the entire situation. The dull shock of seeing Mollymauk's body is wearing off, replaced with steadily rising horror and grief, and the urge to get away is overwhelming. She needs to be alone with this. Yasha keeps walking, shoulders tight, her head bowed to keep Beau from seeing her face.
She wasn't done mourning him. She got dragged here in the middle of that storm and then confronted immediately with Molly, whole and uninjured. She'd expected those feelings to go away.
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(It's not that she's angry solely with Beau, it's the entire situation. The dull shock of seeing Mollymauk's body is wearing off, replaced with steadily rising horror and grief, and the urge to get away is overwhelming. She needs to be alone with this. Yasha keeps walking, shoulders tight, her head bowed to keep Beau from seeing her face.
She wasn't done mourning him. She got dragged here in the middle of that storm and then confronted immediately with Molly, whole and uninjured. She'd expected those feelings to go away.
Turns out they haven't.)