all exits look the same

Ashe    Sugar bugled from above, and seconds later, solid arms folded around her. All at once, it was Ronin and Remi, and that was it in the world. Her breath caught at the movement in her arm, black splotches of pain blooming before her eyes. Her head drooped against his chest anyways, Ronin's voice rumbling from under her head, and she huffed a smile.    They were moving into the guildhall before she could form a reply, and she didn't move from the Guildmaster. Her eyes had been closed, she realized, as Remi left them. She blearily blinked them open to watch him go. She wanted to tell him something damn strong. Instead, her sluggish lips only croaked to Ronin, "You're warm, staryboy."    Ashe looked up at him, and her eyes welled at once, heart stumbling. She didn't have the strength to weep, however. She hadn't had any strength left out in those storms. It was sheer stubbornness that gave her that final push when she caught the scent of home on the winds. Even in that determination, there were the dark shadows of doubt, the whispers that she would return to Mort sooner rather than later.    "I was trapped in those storms," she said. Alone. "I couldn't find my way home." and when i show my wounds to the stars, i'll be dead.