What the #?*!

The open door was enough to send a sharp spike of panic into Ashe as soon as fire blue eyes set upon it.    The assassin paused her approach to the house tucked away among the other domociles, every muscle coiling as magic snarled to life deep within her. No. No, no more of this, no more fear and no more faceless demons pushing them to the edges of survival and sanity. She wasn't going to have it, she wasn't. Ashe clenched her teeth and told herself that over and over again: no more fear, no more danger, they survived, they were free. She moved with quiet and rapid steps towards that opened door to Kalt's home, but the sound of glass bursting apart shattered her control. Kalt. She lunged forward into a run, crossing through the threshold and assessed rapidly - sounds from the kitchen. With a racing heart, Ashe was there in hardly a second and -    Kalt was alone. Alone, but... he was not okay. She blinked, frozen in the doorway a moment. She could count on one hand the amount of times she had seen Kalt like this without a night terror being the precursor. She blinked a few times, pulling herself back from that dead panic, throttling down the magic that had been roaring to the surface. She moved her feet forward and touched a hand to his shoulder first, smoothly moving down his arm to take his hand if he'd let her. With the other, she reached around to the other side of his face, slender hand brushing over his jaw before turning his head to face her.    "Kalt," she said softly, eyes insistent. Her own breath held steady, her eyes unwavering on him. She squeezed his hand, smoothed her thumb across his jaw. She could smell the alcohol on him, in the air - no doubt the source of the shattering glass. She had caught sight of the red on his knuckles, down his fingers. Kalt losing control never failed to unsettle her for how rare of a sight it was for her to see. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest, and she knew something had to be bad to dig this deeply into him.    "Tell me what happened," she commanded quietly, holding onto his hand securely if he let her, as if that would stop him from drawing away. ashe When all the days go by in the firelight We'll never fade out in the night