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[ Ashe blinks, brow furrowing. Oh. Well, shit. If she'd had a dream like that, she can't say that she wouldn't have reached for the alcohol as well. Just the thought of it is enough to send a shiver down her spine as she remembers how hot it was in that warehouse in contrast to the cold metal of the shotgun's barrel being pressed against the base of her skull. She'd been plenty scared, herself. One wrong move and it would've been over. For her. Maria would have had to witness it, and she still did, in a way. Because she wasn't already having enough nightmares to keep her awake every single night.

Ashe kneels down in front of her, resting her arm against the hunter's knees as she reaches up with her other hand and places it against her cheek. For a long few moments, she doesn't even know what to say. Anything that comes to mind either doesn't sound comforting at all, or isn't enough.

She strokes her cheek with her thumb for a few moments in silence and then gets up, moving to stand next to her. She wraps her arms around her and pulls her head against her chest. ]

Don't reckon you've gotta apologize for that...