As Ashley darts around the patch of light and the thing follows her, she turns just in time to spot it. A fox. Really? It's a fox following her? She's actually disappointed and that clearly shows in the way she straightens and her lips turn downwards.

"Really? A fox?" This is followed with a huff. But she's still a Magnus, four lives removed, and so she squats down where she is to see if she can't coax the little guy -- girl? -- out further.

"Hey, it's okay. Not really sure where I am right now, but I'll find somewhere safe to get you. How's that sound?"

Physically, she still looks the same age she was when she died. Probably still acts it in some form. In the last two years, she's had a measure of development and coming to terms with -- understanding, if not actual liking -- but she is still, at her core, the same hotheaded and oftentimes brash young woman she always was. She is, and always will be, Helen's daughter.