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 pulled in a breath and held it as Ronin held her shoulders, looked her over. Then she frowned and shot him a glare, raising a hand to protectively hover her spider. "First you kick a defenseless crab and now you want to squash my spider?" she accused, angling her shoulder back just as he dropped his hand. "He's no bug, his name is Soot." The spider that crouched close against her shoulder let out a small hiccup from under her hand. She watched him carefully as she lowered her own hand, glancing at his shoulder again before looking up to meet his eyes. Her chest tightened at his assurances - he was okay, she knew he was.. but there was no mistaking the cold fingers of dread that dragged down her back when she remembered how bright his blood had been. Still, she gave the man a tight nod and let loose her breath as she glanced over her shoulder. With another nod, she made her way for one, picking a sturdy wooden chair to seat herself in. The assassin looked up to keep her eyes on Ronin with a half smile. He was right - it had been a long time since they'd caught up. There was a time when they trained together daily, sunsets on the shores of Northaven their time and place. What had happened, exactly, for that to die? You did, idiot girl. She braced her forearms against the table and swallowed around the constriction in her throat. It was a moment before she looked back up to Ronin, eyes dancing.. and Ashe gave Ronin what had become a rare grin as of late. "You're going to be a father," she said with her smile, and her smile was real. The moment she said it it seemed to sink in better, it was impossible to understand the feeling that swelled in her chest at the thought of Ronin having a child. All she knew is it made her smile when smiling was hard to do.