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 let out a quiet breath with a faint smile, startled to feel prickling at the back of her eyes. "I miss you too, Ro," she answered softly. Ashe took a deeper breath then and sat up with a quick drink from her flask, her eyes remaining on the bounty hunter.. and she nearly sputtered with her wine. She lowered the flask and shook her head. "Last thing anyone needs is me," she muttered. But she let it go, remaining silent with the rest of what he said. If she could make a difference in taking down that demon at least, then she'll have done something good before she found her way out. I'm counting on you. Those words slipped in somewhere between the cracks of her defense, settling deep. Her face fell for a moment as she looked at Ronin, her hand curling against the wood of the table. She refocused on him as he went on, ignoring the weight of that sentence in her chest. "Can't make bombs so strong that they blast the spire," Ashe murmured. "We don't want to accidentally trap ourselves here forever." She refused to consider that they already were - there had to be a way beyond all of this. She was thinking more on how they might blast the demon from a safer distance when he mentioned a... goddess? She blinked and focused her attention wholly on Ronin, eyes narrowing to better focus on his words. Safrin. Ashe commit the name to memory, told herself she'd see if she could find more information in that library she'd been meaning to visit. Ashe tilted her head, and the way Ronin spoke about this being that promised him her help, she wanted to believe him. She did believe him. But she had a lot more sharp questions than nods of awe. The assassin took a slow breath and let those questions go for the moment, thinking back on when she had struck her lightning down on that demon, had smelled it's rotting and cooking flesh. Flesh that hadn't looked like flesh at all when it was split open with burns. Ashe furrowed her brow and shook her head. "I don't know what it was I saw, it was burning and sizzling, but it was not any kind of organic flesh I've ever seen, burning or intact." Ashe had seen more wounds in thirteen years than many people did in a lifetime, and more than enough severe burns to know that this was nothing like they'd ever encountered before. "Antivenom will be helpful if we don't kill it the next time we face it," she went on thoughtfully. We - it would always be we. For as long as she was there and able, she was going to help, no matter what was happening in her absurd personal life. Ashe sat back in her chair again and rubbed her hand over her mouth before she lowered it, looking at Ronin thoughtfully. "Safrin. She said she'd help, but for what price?" She knew quite well that it was rare for such things to be given out for free. Especially from a diety. "You trust this goddess?"