Ashilynn slips in through the door to her study, and closes it carefully behind her. Her hand lingers momentarily on the handle as she looks in toward her desk. She soon takes her leave of the door.

On the desk is a framed picture, which Ashilynn scoops up in her hands and looks down at. A man of slight build and light hair looks back at her, frozen in time. She studies it for several long moments, brow vaguely furrowed. Pain takes over before long, and she clenches her eyes shut, before she looks out the tall window at one end of the room toward her balcony. She frowns mournfully, picture in her hands, and a distant look in her eyes.

She brushes away a tear before it can mature, and takes a slow, controlled breath.