a line at the edge

Ashe the woods are lovely, dark, and deep but i have promises to keep    Ashe let out a breath at Remi's smile, and she managed to return it to him. He didn't look much better than she did - fractured sea-glass eyes and exhaustion weighing on him. She nodded and adjusted her grip as she followed the alchemist silently into the Guildhall, trying not think about how she had never been there without Ronin before. Instead she shut the door behind her before leaning the covered canvas against her leg.    Ashe glanced around the guildhall, and she half expected to see the ex-captain stroll down those stairs with his easy smile. Her eyes remained there for a second before they moved to the table, and as if sensing the rising distress, a spindley-legged and fuzzy black spider poked up from the inside of her blue hood, releasing a soft squeak-hiccup. As if he remembered the place he had first met the one now missing from their world. Her hand reached up to stroke over one of Soot's legs, and the wine spider settled further back into her hood once more.    She focused on Remi and wrapped her arms around her chest, always a breath away from coming apart. "Aoife... how is she?" she asked quietly. She knew not to ask Remi how he was - they both had been broken to their core by this. and miles to go before i sleep.