"Basch." Ashe knew he was going to walk through the door, but the sight of him is still enough to throw her, pulling his name past her lips as she momentarily forgets herself. After a day of wondering, there's a sudden pang of fear, the thought that he would want to apologize and take it all back seizing her imagination, making her shoulders tighten as she fights a rising ride of concern.

"Come in," Ashe turns away from the fire, her hands clasped together in front of her as she fights the urge to look down at them and away from him. Her unwillingness to let anyone see how much they've thrown her keeps her gaze level, her eyes on his even as she can feel herself softening the longer she looks at him.

"Say what you need to say."