It didn't take Ash long to recognize the woman speaking to her: she'd been one of the people there during the Conti fiasco. "Thanks," she murmured. "It's been a while. How have you been?" She placed her offering into the basket - she never remembered to do it first, but she always left a fairly generous sum since she could afford it. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. A lot going on back then."
Her report to Lea had only really mentioned Monaco and Banes - she was pretty sure she'd put in that there was another person, but she couldn't remember. A mage. That's what this woman was. She vaguely recalled mimicking her magicks. Ash had been in pretty bad shape, and she was pretty sure she'd blacked out at the end, but she had been mimicking a mage, that much she remembered clearly. It was frustrating how vague details were becoming with time; she couldn't afford to lose the information she had about the place if she was going to find the noble who'd been backing Conti.
She had her notes - dozens of pages, piled together neatly in a plain black file in her office. Things she hadn't shared with Lea or Cian were in that file, and every time she reread the pages, it jarred her memory enough to recall things clearly. But she wasn't always going to have them around, and that was what frustrated her.
But now wasn't the time or place. Now was the time to honor the dead. She glanced over at the other woman, noticing the single candle. Ash looked back at the three in her own hand. "Only one, huh? Lucky."