i've been trying to sleep

ASHƎ i did my best to control the growing unrest in my soul.     Ronin was with Vanya... briefly Ashe paused in her thoughts with the sudden constriction around that little hope. He had loved that Hali woman so passionately, so wholly - would he want to leave her? But she thought of Aoife, of Remi, and she let out a long breath. Did she have the right to make this decision for him?     She wasn't going to find those answers, at least not right now. She tucked the questions away and nodded to Safrin. "I know I've asked a lot, I understand that it is not supposed be done, but I just... He shouldn't have have died, he deserves so much more life." Ashe's brows drew together, her eyes not leaving the goddess. She didn't know how to understand a being like her. She didn't know that a god could mourn, could feel the wary hope the assassin thought she heard in Safrin's voice. When she thought of gods, she thought of arrogant, immortal creatures that played with mortals like disposable toys. Her fiery blues held that of galaxies and stars, and there was a new kind of realization in the wolf girl: Maybe the gods have souls too, souls that felt love and hurt and grief.     Ashe offered Safrin a smile.  It was soft, weighed down with the harrowing of grief and exhaustion, but it did reach her eyes. "I will do whatever I have to do to bring Ronin back us." The words were an oath, her voice steady and hopeful. She would see her brother again.