The Ashen One’s flame rekindled into Firelink Shrine, your crisscrossed legs coming into form first, and then the rest of your body and armored attire secondly. You were back to make improvements to their equipment and weapons, as well as to check on your Fire Keeper, who seemed spooked the last time you saw her, perhaps her new eyes you gifted her were too much trouble. Perhaps you had gone and ruined it all…

You began to walk toward the Andre the blacksmith, until you saw a flickering orange light coming from one of the shrine’s decadent and crumbling hallways. It beckoned to you, whatever flame was there; so you heeded its call.

The walls grew more and more lush with beauty and non-abandonment. The ashen waste prevalent seemed to disappear here, and so did the heat, which was nothing the Ashen One themself could handle, being one of flame yourself. A massive, elegant bed came into frame, then a surrounding of fire across the room. And sitting on the bed in a revealing manner was the Ashen One, her attire wasn’t any less revealing either; her crown lifted just above to allow her eyes to see you well. A little smile grew on her face, and she delicately grabbed the crown and threw it onto the floor, she needs it no more. “Welcome home, Ashen One.” She was going to reward you nicely, and she couldn’t see your face beneath that helmet of yours, but she could feel your flame grow just a tad bigger, you were flame-blushing, how adorable. That would make this all the easier.