Ash Stone
Ash had finished in the bathroom. Her shoulder was soon stitched and beautifully well, as if she had much practice. She taped a bandage over her wound, to keep the stitches from wearing and from getting dried out. She brushed her fingers through her hair for a moment, staring at herself through the mirror. She was fit, tall, and she had such an attitude appearance. Did she find herself attractive? Not so much. She didn't think much of herself, except that she was a badass when it came to fighting. Her lips formed a slight smirk as she pulled her hood over her head and stretched her arms carefully.
She hurried back down to the kitchen and her eyes settled down on Anna and Wilder. She stepped close to Wilder, her fingers brushing against the back of Pierce's neck before she stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to Wilder's cheek softly. "Good as new." She murmured, before he had the chance to ask about her arm. She looked at Pierce and smiled.
"I brought you something." She whispered, pulling out a bit of black leather. At the middle, was a bound blue stone. It was shaped to a paw print. Something she figured Pierce would enjoy. She held it out in front of the little child, a smile touching her lips.