"Ashe..." Vai sighed gently, frowning across at her daughter but at least doing her the courtesy of listening, really listening to what she was trying to say. And she was right - of course she was. In the darkest of times, finding light and keeping it was the only way to stay sane. If the huntress was able to take that back, she would have done.
And whilst it was true that the assassin had not made a good impression on her, Ashe said they had kept each other safe. Had taken care of each other. And regardless of how her heart still ached for Alistair, in some ways, and the bad hand he had been dealt for doing nothing more than what he thought was right... this was how things were. It didn't make that part of her daughter's past any less true. Any less real.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, reaching out a muddy hand to hold Ashe's. "It isn't that I want him to be evil. I... I just don't want you to fall back on old habits. When we found each other in Northaven, you were so... there. Whether closed or open, you and I spent time together. You came to the farmhouse, you trained every day with your friends, all of them. And now Kalt is here, you've withdrawn into his safety net, where you two only rely on each other. And that is a bad habit, Ashe. For both of you. You at least know that, right? You are more than the Guild. You have more." vervain
she's a wild one with an angel's face
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