Sasha sighed. dropping her head into her hands. she tried to just push everything away, and to really just try and sleep, but it didn't work, and she sighed again, looking up when Lazarus spoke. but didn't meet his gaze.

"I don't really feel the cold" She said softly. "I can after all hold ice in the palm of my hands" she shrugged, falling silent. She didn't really have anything to say, and she looked away. And then she shook her head, furious. "We all have issues Lazarus, and yet none of us want to leave the guild. What, you want to quit because you found out that you aren't perfect?" she looked up, her face a neutral mask, but emotions bubbled under the surface, coming out in her voice. Pain. Loss. Fear, and resignation