Saw that Beau and Caleb had sending stones and my mind went to all the angsty uses for them so here you gooooo
"Beauregard?" Caleb's voice comes softly through her sending stone. Beau groans and turns away from the stone on her bedside table, burying her face into Yasha's chest instead. But Caleb's voice comes again, "Beau, are you there?"
Now that she's more awake, Beau can hear a strain in his voice, a tension that isn't normally there. She sighs, turning back over and slapping her hand on the table until she grabs the smooth stone.
"I'm here, Cay," she mumbles, still waking up. "What's wrong?"
There's a moment of silence and then Caleb says softly, "Schwester."
Beau sits up, suddenly wide awake. Caleb doesn't call her that unless something is seriously wrong. Beside her, Yasha sighs softly in her sleep. "Talk to me, man. I'm here, what's going on?"
"It smells like smoke," he tells her slowly, accent thicker than normal as though he's struggling to talk in common. "My neighbors are having a-a bonfire."
Without him having to tell her, she understands. He's fighting back some bad memories, he's struggling and close to failing. "Come here," Beau says immediately.
"I don't want to intrude-"
"I don't give a shit," Beau replies. "Come here."
Beau doesn't hear a response from him, but a moment later there's the familiar crackle of magic and a flash of amber light from outside the window. Carefully Beau pulls herself away from Yasha and pads to the front door, opening it before Caleb even has a chance to knock.
Like her, he's wearing pajamas and his hair is pulled back into a neat braid. There are thick bags under his eyes and his hands are clutched tight to his forearms as he tries desperately not to scratch.
Beau grabs him by the back of his neck and hugs him tight. Caleb all but falls against her, he's a good bit taller than her, but he somehow manages to seem small in her arms as he clings to her. Beau murmurs meaningless words of comfort in his ear, knowing that the touch is doing more to ground him than any words can.
"Do you want some tea?" Beau asks after a long, long moment. "Yasha made cookies today."
Beau chuckles and pulls away from him, but keeping hold on one of his wrists, "Beetles, actually. They're actually pretty good. Come on." She pulls him inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. Inside, they find Yasha awake and wearing a dressing gown as she pours tea into three cuts and warms a plate of cookies.
When she sees Caleb and Beau, she smiles and walks over to wrap Caleb in a massive hug. Beau hears the two of them exchange a few words before Yasha gently pushes Caleb to sit on the couch and pushes a cup of tea into his hands.
In the morning, Yasha will make them both a big breakfast and Caleb will shamefully thank them both before teleporting back home, but for now, Caleb leans his head on Beau's shoulder and sips his tea. There are few places he feels more comfortable than beside her.
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