a line at the edge

Ashe the woods are lovely, dark, and deep but i have promises to keep    Ashe nodded and looked to the bassinet, and she too was nearly overwhelmed at the sight. She bit hard on the inside of her lip as her chest tightened painfully, but she didn't look away. There were moments of pain that she knew she would never be able to encompass in words, not in any life or language. Her brows pulled together as she watched the dragon snap at the rattle, finally pulling in a deep breath and turning to look back at Remi.    She didn't understand what had happened, of course she didn't, she was too young to truly know... Ashe swallowed past the lump her throat, and she looked up at Remi with a tight-lipped, somber sort of smile. "You must be looking after her well," she commented.    She held his gaze before she glanced down to the canvas still resting beneath her hand and leaning against her hip. Ashe cleared her throat and gestured to it as she looked back up at him. "I've been.. uh, working on something.. for the guildhall," she said, her heart stumbling. "It's um.. I hadn't painted in a very long time, it's not.." The assassin had to take a breath, worrying her lip between her teeth as her eyes started prickling.    She looked down to the covered painting and swallowed down the harsh pain that surged in her chest and threatened to overflow from her eyes. "You don't have to look now," she managed, and she moved the canvas towards Remi with a vulnerable look. "I just... don't want anyone to forget what he looks like." and miles to go before i sleep.