Lion Head Mesa Solitude

Ash was sprawled out along her bed of pelts, alone and silent. Today, her sorrow had been unbearable. She hadn't left her quarters all day and had sent anyone away who appeared in her doorway. She hated to be doted on when she was feeling this way because she didn't want to put on a facade. 

It was some time before she heard her brother call to her from outside. She considered sending him away too, but thought better of it. 

Come in, Siptah, she called out softly. At least they both likely felt the same way.