"That... is very considerate, Your Highness." The princess seemed to get a little flustered over some of her own words. A little bit of an unguarded moment, perhaps. Ash tried to smile back, as if what the princess said wasn't something she'd focus on.<br/><br/>"Goodnight, Your Highness." replied Ash.<br/><br/>As the princess turned in, Ash looked into her belongings, plucking out a leather-bound book with a few scratches on it. (She got a little clumsy sometimes.) Undead could see supernaturally in the dark, so she was not restricted by the lack of light.<br/><br/>Her mouth moved as she read, even as no words came out of her mouth. She took in a deep breath every time a word she didn't understand appeared.<br/><br/>"It was the best of times,<br/>it was the worst of times,<br/>it was the age of wisdom,<br/>it was the age of... uh..."<br/><br/>Ash skipped the word over. When dawn broke, Ash must have spent an hour, at least, on words she did not understand. And almost accidentally tore through a few pages on the books with her claws.