The cabin had disappeared once more, showing only misty forest beyond the stream.

In the center of the clearing, a dark silhouette danced and spun in the mist, his long coat billowing out behind him, an icy sword cutting through the fog like paper. Ash finished the drill and with a final flourish, slammed the blade into its sheath. For a moment, he stood motionless, breathing deeply, the mist curling around him. "Is your father any better?" he asked without turning around.




He keeps nudging her, making sounds as if to ask if she was okay

" ...No. " She said after a moment.

Shes clearly not, and she isnt waking up.

He turned, raking a hand through his bangs, shoving them out of his eyes. "I went back to Leanansidhes last night," he said, walking forward. "I wanted to get something for you, so I had one of her contacts track one down for me."




This worried Ares quite a bit.

" okay. What is it? "

Ash strode to a nearby rock, swooped down, and tossed her a long, slightly curved stick

She caught it, although just barely.

It was actually a leather sheath with a gilded brass hilt poking from the top. A sword. Ash was giving her a sword.

Well that was useful, but..." I don't know how to use a sword. Are you going to teach me? "

It takes a long while for her to wake.