She'd somehow sent for him?
Perhaps she wasn't quite so cut off from the Force as she'd imagined. Perhaps it was a pleasant side effect from all they'd endured together, and all they had been before her passing. There were no lies to be had, and after a slow intake of bracing breath she closed the distance between her hand and the saber and grasped at its hilt.
It was real.
She could feel the Force pulsating through it, and her eyes instinctively closed in response. So long had passed since she'd last held one that she wondered if she'd even remember how to wield it.
When her eyes opened she settled her gaze upon him again.
"I shouldn't have" she whispered, a long and sorrowful sigh escaping her lips as she handed him back the saber. "I shouldn't have called for you... It's not safe. I... I'm not safe."
One step back from him, perhaps she should have turned tail and run but she couldn't. It was like a dream, one which had always turned nightmarish while she was held within the cells upon Panatha, only nothing bad had happened yet.
What if it did, though?
What if she was the cause of it..?
Still, she'd missed him; she couldn't bear the thought of walking away. A battle existed within her expression. Asha was more than torn.