Alone

[anarchyarcher]

 Ako watched the others file out, her uncertain gaze lingering on Sharpwit as he left the room, giving him a small - trying to be reassuring - smile that quickly faded once he had gone. She started feeling more at peace as they left, the room having less and less interference to do its job. Looking down, the gryphon put a shaky clawed hand on the hilt of her broken sword that lay before her, stroking it sorrowfully as the Doctor turned to leave. 

He paused and glanced back, saying shortly: "I'm sorry." 

"Th... thank you." Ako sighed, closing her grip around the hilt of the broken blade. She lay there, staring at her reflection in it, her expression unreadable.