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“Don’t think so, buddy!”
The slippery rogue tries to slip past Beau’s defenses and go after the dazed and prone Yasha, but he is no match for a monk as naturally dexterous and reflexive as a Cobalt Soul expositor. A harsh crack across the back of his head and he’s out like a light.
Seeing as they are not in any immediate danger for the moment, Beau turns to her fiancée who is still trying to get back to her feet. “You okay, Yash?”
The aasimar tries to nod, but she winces with the effort. Whatever that archer did to her must have been quite something. “Y… Yeah… I think so.”
“Stay close to me, okay? Just the two of us out here.”
“I know,” Yasha responds, placing her hand on Beau’s shoulder. “I trust you. Don’t worry, I just need a bit of time to clear my head.”
Beau gives Yasha a terse nod as she scans the area. So many trees surrounding them, and as such plenty of opportunities for anyone to hide and find cover, and thus plenty of chances to ambush.
Several moments pass without any sound before Beau pats Yasha’s hand. “Okay. I think we’re clear for now. Stay close. We’re almost at the cottage. I’ll have Mom take a look at you and TJ can help distract you.”
“Okay…” Yasha mutters as her breath hitches. The two keep walking.
They’re about a hundred meters from their home when things start to get worse.
“Baby… I…”
Beau immediately spins to face Yasha, and she does not like what she sees.
She hadn’t noticed before, but Yasha’s face is sunken and pale. A lot paler than usual. Her eyes are bloodshot and somewhat cloudy.
“Yash?”
Yasha turns her gaze towards Beau and tries to say something, but nothing comes out. Two steps later… and her legs give out. The expositor runs to her side and flips Yasha on her back. It’s there that she notices something previously hidden by her shawl.
A barbed arrowhead sticking out of her neck, the wound causing black veins to spider outward.
“Fuckers… They poisoned her…” Beau mentally apologizes to Yasha before she yanks the arrowhead out. She then takes her sash and applies pressure to the wound.
Dammit, they’re so close to home. She could shout out to the sky, hoping someone notices. Or she could close the distance and rush back home, gather Clara and the healer’s kit tucked beneath the wash basin, and head back; she has the cape with her, so that distance would be a snap.
But then she’d be leaving Yasha alone on the road, where anyone could pick her off.
Sighing, she settles for staying by Yasha’s side, even if it means staying awake all night. Best she can do is use what meager medical supplies she has to treat the poison and make Yasha’s rest as comfortable as possible.
And that is exactly what Beau intends to do as she sets up camp.