Ashe Senari
I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
"What can I do to make you feel less afraid?" Ashe whispered, her hand now gently rubbing his back as she held him. For someone raised to be a killing machine Ashe was surprisingly motherly. Her head was still resting again his, but she sat up and turned his head again so she could look at him. She didn't like seeing him like this. He had been so cheerful up until he had tried to sleep. She found herself getting a little lost in his eyes as she waited for him to say something. [member="Kharen Promethien"]