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 smirked and sat back in her chair with a sharp nod. Back here? ”You’re on,” she accepted, eyes faintly glinting in the candlelight. Training with Ronin back in Northaven fell in with some of her favorite memories of the place. She nodded then and tapped her finger on the table. ”Explosive on contact I can work with,” she agreed, and a spark of blue jumped at her fingertip as it touched down on the wood. She knew Remi would surely have ideas, and she wondered what he could come up with in combining magical attacks with those of one of his creations. What kinds of possibilities were there? And if Ronin was right about this goddess of his, then all the better. She wasn’t going to count on things like gods and the divine, but she’d be happy for any advantage. Ashe kept her gaze steady on him. Rory. She didn’t recognize the name, but she commit it to memory anyways. A meeting.. she felt something in her blood spark, and she took a slow breath. It felt good to talk this way, and she still felt whatever spike of determination had struck her. She wanted that barrier down, and she had a sharp instinct telling her that eliminating that demon would be the first step. She needed more information on it, real information. This meeting would be good for that… He listed who he could call upon, the hunters that joined him, and Ashe froze. Her eyes flashed up to the reluctant sound of her ex-husband’s name, and something in her gaze cracked. Right. Of course Alistair was one of the bounty hunters. He and Ronin were friends, it made sense.. but Ronin wanted her to join his guild? ”Ronin,” Ashe started reproachfully, and she cast her gaze downwards. She chewed the inside of her lip as she reached for her flask again, drinking deeply before she let it rest on the table between her hands. Near empty, but she didn’t think too much on it. Instead she finally looked up at the guildmaster, brows pulled together as her fingernail dug at the leather strap of her flask. ”I will fight this demon, Ronin. I’ll be there whenever you need me, I’ll fight to get that barrier down, but I..” She paused and glanced down to the table, her jaw feathering. ”He’s free of me, Ronin. Let it stay that way.”