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Ashe    "I could still climb a mountain if I wanted," Ashe rasped.    She leaned heavily on Remi, dragging her feet beneath her. Her empty stomach kept the world tilting around her, and the pain radiating from her arm with every cold shiver was no help. It was a force of will that kept her legs moving, her weary eyes ahead. More than just exhaustion, hunger, or pain had her legs trembling with every step. There were no ferocious winds, icy rain, or traitorous lightning. She could rely on the earth under her. She wasn't alone.    Ashe kept her good arm wrapped tightly around Remi's waist, hanging onto the way his voice sounded, and how it felt to hear anyone at all.  The stormwinds howling in her ears grew quieter with every step towards the guildhall, and oh gods the sight of it --    Ashe's head spun even as her vision blurred, and it took her a moment to realize that she was being hauled through the threshold. Remi called out into the guildhall, so full of familiar scents that her chest ached. "Ronin--?" and when i show my wounds to the stars, i'll be dead.