Beau was exhausted, and all she wanted to do was go home, take the longest hot shower ever, and then crawl into bed and sleep for a week. She couldn't just walk away, though; like she'd told Fjord and Jester, she was trying to make an active effort to keep people around now, and Liam was one of her best friends.

Besides, this was kind of her fault.

She recognized that reaction; it was the same look Caleb got on his face every time his use of fire spells gave him flashbacks and made him dissociate. (She'd started making jokes about how the two of them needed to not be in the same place for too long or the guilt would get to be overwhelming, but she hadn't realized those jokes were so on target.) But she wasn't sure if she could handle this the same way she did with Caleb. So, very carefully and without saying anything, she put a hand on his shoulder, hoping the contact might at least start to help him ground himself.

Though she was prepared to back away in case she was wrong, and he lashed out.