Death is not kind
Asherah had not been able to say more than a word to anyone before the funeral. She had been looked over by one of the healers who had seen to a few very minor cuts and bruises but over all Ash had been fine. That did not leave her feeling very good. It didn't seem fair that she was fine when other people weren't. She was angry at herself.

If only she had been better. She wasn't a brave person. She knew that. She had always known she was not very brave. She remembered that in her world she sometimes heard her parents arguing when they thought she would not hear them because they thought she was as timid as a tuna. They each had different ideas on how to change that so she would be a better princess.

She thought that perhaps she had changed during her time on this world. Cait had been very inspiring as an 'older sister'. Cait was capable of making up her own mind. Cait could talk and say what was on her mind without stammering. Cait was what Ash thought a good princess should be and now she and Mot--Mera are both dead and laying in the royal crypt.

She takes the time to clean her face off again and stands up feeling like she had been sitting too long in a court yard on the palace grounds.

"I should g-go," she says out loud managing to say most of that out loud without much of a tremor in her voice , which was a great improvement. It hurt to be in Atlantis maybe she should see if the Teen Titans will have her aid in fighting the other Titans. She thinks she should try and do that. Even if the thought of fighting scares her and makes her feel like little more than a frightened child which was counter to the progress she had thought she had made.