Ghost Walk

Ashe monster, monster under my bed, come out and play cause I need a friend.    The lantern was raised higher as he deflected the notion of noble motives, and his face lost it's harsh shadows... or so she thought. Her eyes narrowed a fraction. He looked tired, more than something a sleepless night would wring from him. Was it worry that curled in her chest, for this man she barely knew?    She nodded with her own wry sort of smile---sleep evaded so many she knew. She had been among a minority once, and had become well known for being found on rooftops in the dead of night. Here in Caido, it seemed, she was no longer the odd one out, the half feral girl that couldn't face the demons in her sleep. Most people had them here. Most people had suffered. Even the Sage, it seemed.    She followed his gaze to the churning mists then, frowning just slightly. "Deepfrost will be hard this year," she agreed, her voice grim. She wasn't sure why she felt it, but she did. "Maybe that will have them more drawn to your light than ever."    She met his gaze, and his question didn't take her by surprise. Still, she pressed her lips together and shook her head, turning to look out into the dancing light and shadow of the night. "I haven't...I haven't prayed," she sighed, rubbing her hands over her arms before walking a few paces forward, as if to continue Jigano's stroll. "I don't..." She seemed uncomfortable then, frowning. How was it others slipped so easily into these roles, didn't feel their chest knotting at times like these? Why couldn't she just breeze through conversation, not worrying about what it was she had to say?    She huffed a breath and cast him a wan smile. "Prayer and religion aren't exactly familiar to me. I've never even met Ludo," she admit. you're so damn close that I feel your breath. you're the only one I have left.