She was retiring to bed when she heard the quiet sobs coming from behind the door, interspersed with brief whimpers of pain. And the blood on the handle. There was only a brief moment of hesitation before she gingerly opened the door.
The room was dark, but Yasha saw her. Red, swollen eyes stared up from behind hair that was shaken loose from its usual bun. Beau's figure, slumped in the corner, cradling a severely bruised, bloody and swollen hand.
There was silence as Yasha approached. She caught the scent of stale mead and acrid smoke as she bent down, examining Beau for any other injuries. But it was only her hand. Dark rings contrasted starkly with the monk's usually sharp blue eyes, which were now clouded with pain and Pelor know's what else. She knew she hadn't been sleeping well, the way she carried herself betrayed the fact. Which was why Yasha assumed she had asked to take a room by herself as the approached Zadash, and not her given reason that Jester speaks in Infernal while she sleeps. Yasha looked thoughtfully at the monk, considering what to say.
"You get into a fight with stone wall?" She quipped. There was no reaction for a few seconds, as Beau fixed her with a cold stare.
"Fuck off" Beau hissed, her visage morphing into one of utter disgust, as she turned away, curling further into the corner. Her broken body seeming to meld into the shadows, her hair now covering her face, rendering her expression unreadable. Now that she had moved, Yasha could see the large pool of blood on the ground below them.
"Shit, Beau, I'm sorry. I'm, uh, well, I'm not very good-" Yasha stumbled over her words, "No, fuck. You need to see a healer Beau. I'll go wake up Jester"
"I'm fine" Beau growled, "Don't you fucking dare wake her up, or anyone else."
Beau shifted and let out another hiss of pain. As she did this, Yasha managed to get a better look at her hand. It was hideously swollen, with angry violet bruises blooming over it's surface, and a couple deep lacerations which were still oozing blood.
"Beau, you need that looked at" Yasha demanded, as a pool of worry formed in her stomach.
"I told you, fuck off"
"Beau!" Yasha demanded, this time more forcefully, and Beau looked up, staring her dead in the eyes.
"What don't you fucking understand about 'fuck off'?" She said slowly, the question is laced with utter vitriol that Yasha has never heard from the monk.
Yasha maintained her gaze. One second. Two. Then reached out to brush some of the hair out of Beau's eyes.
"Beauregard"
And Yasha can almost see her resolve begin to break, as she moves her hand to cup one of Beau's cheeks, tears begin to well again in her eyes. Beau reached her own uninjured hand up to grasp the one on her cheek, as she begins to sob.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" she choked out, violent sobs now wracking her body, "I'm sorry, I'm-".
"No, it's okay" Yasha soothed as she used the other hand to rub slow circles on her back.
"No." She whimpered as she leant further into Yasha's touch, "No it's not."
Yasha continued to soothe the girl. The sobs gradually subsided, leaving them in near silence, with only a quiet sniff or whimper punctuating breaking the quietude.
"Will you hold me?"
The question came quietly, tentatively, in a voice just a broken as her body. As her mind.
Yasha stood up wordlessly and headed towards the door. She heard a rustle behind her and turned to see Beau's head peeking up, utter desperation and defeat marking her expression. She turned back to the door, closing it gently, before returning to the monk, scooping her up carefully to avoid knocking her ruined hand. She placed her down onto the bed, crawling on behind her and wrapping her in a tight embrace.
"I'm here"