Sylvain reflexively squeezes his shoulder as if he could comfort Ashe. He doesn't know what is plaguing Ashe, but clearly it's something.

"What nightmare? Did you come here seeking asylum from something?" He asks as he guides Ashe to take a seat by the fire. Sylvain sits down before it as well, and finally removes the wolf-like helm from his head. His shock of red hair comes loose, uneven and curling at the edges. His skin is deathly pale, deep lines around his eyes that seem just slightly inhuman. Some of it has to do with the unnatural brightness to his irises, which shine a deep copper. The rest is that they're nearly black around the sclera, such a dark gray one might think they were from a corpse.

He doesn't behave as if this should frighten or unnerve Ashe. Like it's perfectly normal. He simply watches Ashe with a concerned expression.