Ashen's voice is quiet as he slips up to stand near Wysteria, his hands slipping down to the daggers that hang around his belt, eyes set. He might look the part of a softer, gentler spirit - and deep down he feels it in his blood, mixed up there with the taint - but he is more than prepared for his chance to protect people. The sigil of the Wardens that hangs around his neck is another whisper of what his reasons may be.
His eyes flick to her hand, almost nervous; he's never seen one up close before.
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Ashen's voice is quiet as he slips up to stand near Wysteria, his hands slipping down to the daggers that hang around his belt, eyes set. He might look the part of a softer, gentler spirit - and deep down he feels it in his blood, mixed up there with the taint - but he is more than prepared for his chance to protect people. The sigil of the Wardens that hangs around his neck is another whisper of what his reasons may be.
His eyes flick to her hand, almost nervous; he's never seen one up close before.
"You may stand behind me, if you wish."