Ashlynn, with an empty gaze, blinked at Leo. She was not in the mood to talk, let alone be talked to as if she was some child refugee. She looked around her surroundings, first noticing Mable and her blood-soaked clothes, and dusted herself off after she got up.

She picked up her now-battered helmet off the ground and made her way closer to the entrance of the now-destroyed warehouse after nodding to the Guardian's White Mages as a form of silent thank you.

[i]What the hell was THAT about? And what's with them calling me mother..?[/i], Ashlynn thought as she walked.