Ashton pushed up the sleeves of his black tshirt up his arms to his elbows and scanned the field, easily spotting Trent out there on the grass. Trent hadn't spotted him yet, though, and Ashton took a moment to simply observe. The human, the boy who had helped Ashton in many ways to understand and even put up with humanity in ways that others hadn't been able to, was almost like a stranger now.
Ashton had worried and pondered and agonized over what he had done. While Trent seemed to have returned to life as usual in the weeks that had passed since the incident, Ashton's life as he knew it at the Academy had been turned on its head. For the first time in his long proud life, the dragon doubted himself. Trent was doing fine without him, better even. Despite the progress Ashton had made on his problems with gold and its affects on him, maybe Trent would be better sitting in that field by himself, playing with a leaf, than he would be being joined by a monster.
Swallowing down his uncertainties, Ashton bowed his head. Hands clenching at his sides, wishing for that carefree moment they shared cleaning up ice wight char where they'd play fought in this same field, Ashton forced his feet to move and he approached the human. Making sure to circle around so that he was approaching from an angle that Trent would see him and not be startled, Ashton joined him on the field and stood silently, green eyes pouring over the details of the boy he hadn't gotten this close to in several weeks.