[Ashura had been sitting in his room, meditating. He was finding that the practice was calming and let him focus and sift through the swirling thoughts and emotions that this place was dragging up in him day after day. He found if he did this was less likely to want to pound away at the walls and let the water crash down on him. He was sure that such thoughts were not healthy, but he was in control and that was what was important.
He is broken from his calm by his communicator going off. Curious, he reaches out, and is surprised to see a message from Wolfram. Gladly he accepts the message -]
Not at the moment. What is it, Wolfram?
[He had worried for the blonde. They had not spoken in several days - a rarity between them that oddly plucked at Ashura's heart strings.]