[ booker offers her a hit and earlier in the game, a straightforward no would have been her answer. instead, yuno looks to booker with a curious gaze. and she... considers it, actually, really stares down the cigarette. if she's a drinker now, why not a smoker? ultimately, though, she looks towards the tears and her expression softens because she thinks of dave; he probably wouldn't like it if she smoked, especially when her lungs weren't the way they used to be. with a shake of her head, she smiles. ]

No. I think my husband would rather I didn't, and I don't want to make him sad.

[ will she ever get over that? nope. she will take ever possibility to refer to dave as her hubby. she is glowing, and it's not just because of the light from the tears. ]

I should be telling you not to overwork yourself. [ she says it to elizabeth, and yuno's free hand comes up to brush hair away from elizabeth's face. gently, and then with that same soft touch, she touches her cheek. it's a smooth charge of energy, and yuno lets another burst of energy shoot through elizabeth. it's a large dose, but yuno doesn't care. as long as elizabeth's still alive through out all this, she'll pour as much life and energy into her that she can. even if she does die, she'll do something - anything. anything at all. ]

We're taking care of you, now. Family shoulders their burdens together, Elizabeth.