clinging to the edge

Ashe the woods are lovely, dark, and deep but i have promises to keep    No, of.. course Remi wasn't okay. She nodded, unable to form any other words as her mother's arms moved around her. She didn't know what to do other than let her arms rise just barely behind Vervain's shoulders. No.. none of them were okay. Nothing was okay. This was wrong...    She silently followed her mother's guidance out of the little paddock, she could feel the physical relief in her burned arm first. She had almost forgotten that her wounds were hurting until Vai worked her magic through her even as they walked. She had also almost forgotten her mother had never been here before, and she nodded again. ”Percy is okay?” she asked Kalt silently as she and Vervain disappeared inside - he would follow, wouldn't he? She tried to work through where to lead her mother, where to go, where to sit, what.. what was she supposed to do? What the fuck was she supposed to do now?    She paused a few steps into the front door that opened into the livingroom, her eyes glancing dimly around the space. Comfortable and even luxurious in its furnishings, it was home, but she was far away. ”There are, uh.. there are rags in the kitchen.” She lead her forward towards the room that branched off, where there was a basin of clean water already waiting within the counter. She reached for the drawer where she knew kitchen rags would be waiting, but a look at her ruined sleeve had her pause. Then she looked at her other arm. Her chest, her whole torso.. a glance at her reflection in the water and she found the same thing on her face.    Blood. Ronin's blood, when he held her -    Ashe started shaking. Breath grew shallow and rapid, and her hand fumbled for the drawer of rags as her eyes started blurring again. Her arms plunged into that water basin with a gasp, her trembling hands scrubbing furiously. Off - she, she had to get it off - she couldn't breathe -  he was fine, he wasn't - he wasn't -- and miles to go before i sleep.