It's just the trauma talking

ashe They may say, "You're too small, you're too young to do it all," But you're a giant on the inside. They may say, "It's not enough, leave your dreams collecting dust," But there's a fire that you can't hide. Ashe had been working very, very hard to stay out of sight as of late. She had all but vanished into the woods, only finally coaxed out of the woods by her mother. Even then, she still carefully kept herself away. She was fairly certain her father would never speak to her again, and she kept herself as distant as she could from everyone else. There was one who just wouldn’t allow her isolation half the time, but she wasn’t thinking about him just then. In fact.. She wasn’t thinking too hard at all. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out where the Guildhall was. While Ashe had become perhaps the most distant she ever had, she kept what tabs she could in this scattered new world. It had been easy to figure out where Ronin was living, what he was up to. Bounty hunter. It suited him when she thought about it. The other thing… well, she’d talk to him about it, but that sure as fuck suited him too. The raven-haired girl arrived as night fell, sometime around when most normal people had their supper, but no one had been home. Or if there was, they weren’t answering the door. She almost turned around and left right then, courage fleeing her briefly. She hadn’t seen Ronin in a while. It would be easy to shift, to bound back into the shadows and wait there for everyone to forget her. It would be better for everyone, to just let her fade away... but she selfishly missed him. So Ashe leaned against the frame beside his door, uncorked the flask of wine at her hip, and she waited. As if summoned by the smell, a fuzzy, spindly spider rose from behind her shoulder and brushed under her short locks of black hair. It let out a quiet chitter as the assassin took a drink from the flask, and she cast a sidelong glare down to him as he stretched one of his thin legs towards where the flask met her lips. She sighed as she lowered the flask, and Soot nearly toppled off of her shoulder as that outstretched leg tried to follow it. ”Spoiled,” she grumbled, though she couldn't hide her soft smile as she nudged him back. He shrank down to cling closer to her shoulder, letting out a quiet squeak at her. ”You can have some later.”