They awoke to muttered curses and their right arm free to move about. Combined, those two notes drew a thread of fear through Blake, and they called out, voice low, urgent, "Weiss?"

"Here." A splash of white and moonshadow-blue resolved itself into their partner by the window, when they turned and blinked. "I didn't mean to wake you."

It was a proper apology, remorse clear. But Blake ignored it, focused on the waver present, throwing syllables against each other. Pushing themselves up as far as they could with Yang still sleeping on their other arm-in the end, craning their neck to see her worked best-Blake asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothi-"

"Weiss."

Seconds ticked by carrying nothing but Yang's snoring, until Weiss sighed. "I… wasn't feeling myself, when I woke up. I wanted to…" Words ground to a halt, before she tried again. "I just needed space."

Meaning she had hoped it would pass without Blake or Yang ever getting a hint. Blake huffed, and dropped their head back against the bed. "I thought we promised no more hiding when we needed help?" It was pointed, but aiming to poke, not pierce. Blake knew their irritation with Weiss then was partly the hour, and the rest because of how alike they were in this. When it came to large emotional strain, they pulled in and bunkered down.

"You were sleeping," Weiss retorted, and in the room's quiet, Blake could hear her crossing her arms. "I wasn't going to wake any of you up when the gods know we all don't sleep enough."

"Well," a voice drawled, and both Weiss and Blake jerked in surprise, "Too late for that now." Swinging herself upright, Yang pulled errant locks down into something resembling tamed, before giving them both a sunny smile, light dimmed to a gentle glow by drowsiness. "Might as well talk."

Weiss made one last effort. "We have a mission in the morning-"

"-and trying to go back to sleep now would just mean we'd be even worse," was Yang's practical answer as she stretched one arm, then the other, pushing herself to wakefulness.

"We can nap on the ride out. Worse come to worst, we'll tap the coffee reserve," Blake added as they sat up, keeping an unrepentant face when Weiss' glare snapped to them. They pat the place beside them, and jerked their chin up. "Don't want to wake Ruby too, do you?"

With a soft "Hmph!" Weiss sat, at a point about the same distance from the two of them, forming a rough triangle on the bed. "Two against one is already unfair."

"Your stubbornness kinda warrants it," Yang chirped, tapping two knuckles against Weiss' knee before she settled back. Her eyes traced over the lines of Weiss' form, taking in the rigidity there, and softened. "Look, you don't have to tell us everything. Or anything, if you really don't want to-"

"But I do!" Weiss blurted, before repeating it in a voice more appropriate for the hour. "I do." Her fingers curled into tight fists on top of her knees; Blake knew rather than saw the resulting white knuckles, and laid their hand over it. Gave a gentle squeeze, when Weiss looked to them. Some of the tension riding on her shoulders fled, and Weiss muttered, "Of all people, I ought to be able to talk to my teammates."

"It's not something you need to beat yourself up for, though. I mean like, yeah, it's good for you to aim to change, but it being hard is expected." Yang jerked her thumb at Blake. "Look at this one."

They snorted. "Thanks, Yang. I feel so appreciated." A smile still adorned their face, in spite of their dry voice, and when they bat Yang's still-pointing hand away, it was no more than a flick. They turned their attention back to Weiss. "While she's being awfully rude about it, she is right. Fixing a habit takes time, conscious choices."

But Weiss was not reassured. "And how am I supposed to tell, that I've improved at all?"

"'Cuz you're thinking and getting all worried about it. Duh." Yang met Weiss' surprised look with a shrug and an easy smile. "People who weren't learning-and weren't as serious about it as you-wouldn't."

Blake interjected, "And we'd tell you if you weren't."

For long seconds Weiss just stared, jaw moving up and down in a facsimile of speaking. And then she laughed. Low, short, but a laugh nonetheless. It sat well in their chests.

Long white strands fell from behind her ears, and were only pushed back into place when she looked at them again. "How do you two do that?" Wonderment shone soft in her eyes, beside the disbelief. "How do you know exactly what to say?"

"You ask all the easy questions," Blake teased, the line of their mouth curled, and they brushed their thumb over the back of Weiss' hand. "Because we know you."

Yang was more forward, tugging Weiss' other hand up and pressing a kiss against it, then answering the unspoken why. "Because we've got each other's backs."

Weiss laughed and Weiss sobbed, and in a thick voice Weiss whispered, "You're too good for me."

And before they could argue that, she pushed in-between them, arms coming around, over their shoulders, and whispered in that space, words that had them both blinking away surprise.

But her grip around them both was a few hairs too tight, and with only a look to each other, they laid back down on the bed, shifting to let Weiss lie on top of them, let her keep that contact. And they whispered the best response they had in that moment.

"We love you too."