She can't really do anything.

" thank you. " She pauses, then hugs him.

Ash's silvery eyes peered through the wall separating them, as bright and soulful as ever. The torment on his face was shocking, as if he were the one trapped and unable to breathe.



Puck returned the embrace, holding her tightly. "You're welcome."

She still can't do anything. She's stuck in a block of ice.

She smiled softly.

"Hang on," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers through the wall. "I'm getting you out of there." He leaned back, both hands against the ice, and closed his eyes. The air began to vibrate; a tremor shook the walls around her, and tiny cracks spider-webbed through the ice. With the sound of breaking glass, the prison shattered, shards flying outward but somehow leaving her unscathed. Ash knelt beside her as support.




He gently stroked her hair.

She of course falls down. However, she acts as if she's perfectly fine and wasn't internally yelling at herself.

She looked up at him, and kissed him.

Ash held her, his arms were locked around her shoulders, pressing her to his chest, his cheek resting against her wet hair. She could hear his rapid heartbeat, pounding against her ear.




Puck smiled against her lips and returned the kiss

For once, she doesn't push him away.