tomorrow we fight.

ASHE    She would never admit it, but she would have sagged with relief any other time at the refusal for help. Ashe wasn't often welcome in the kitchen for those that knew her. They knew her well enough to know that cringe-worthy food or house fires tended be the only results she found in trying to cook.    As Amalia went on, Ashe started to take it as her cue to leave. The leopard seemed busy, and her thanks had been accepted.. The she wolf nodded, her shoulders tense, and she was about to take the dismissal for what it was, but it... wasn't?    She tilted her head at the offer of food, blinking. "I..." She glanced toward the counter, and she assessed the smells. Her stomach clawed with hunger in reply. She took a deep breath and looked back at Amalia, pulling at another loose blue thread. "Sure," she said with a breathless smile. "The pumpkin scones... those sound good. Sounds beyond better than what I've been eating for months." And that was to say nothing much. "I have things I could trade, back at the Guildhall." At least Amalia would have the comfort of knowing where to find Ashe if she was worried about not being paid for her goods. when you first see her, she will be light refracted, splintered divinity, some unlovely portrait of a goddess misremembered.