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 had her flask tipped back as the door was finally pulled open, and she stepped forward off of the wall to cork the flask and replace it at her hip. She blinked and assessed Ronin for a moment at his tone, flickering a hint of a smile at him before she really got a good look at him. She paused when he did, looked him over, and - Oh. Ashe’s eyes went wide as Ronin fixed his pants, and she cleared her throat as she glanced away to step through the door of the large building. She busied herself with pulling in detail from the place Ronin now called home. She quirked a brow and lifted an idle hand to brush over the soft hairs of Soot on her shoulder before she finally turned to look back at the former captain. Ronin burst into laughter then, breaking apart the thick air and coaxing a brief smile from her, one that reached her eyes for the first time in a while. Ashe shook her head and wrinkled her nose at him with a scoff that was closer to a laugh. ”You smell worse than that,” she griped, and for a moment, she just looked at him with his arms open. She hesitated, just for a moment, before she shook her head again and stepped into his arms. Ashe hugged him tightly, realizing just then how much she really had missed him. And he greeted her so… normally.. that the relief was nearly crushing. Even if he did..definitely smell like sex. Gross. The assassin cleared her throat and stepped back, giving him a brief nudge to his shoulder before she half turned to look at the large room again. ”Not a bad place you got yourself,” she said as she turned back to face him fully. Her eyes glanced to where that spire demon had ripped into him. Ashe’s jaw feathered as she looked back up at him. ”Missed you crab-kicker.”