Golden eyes glared at Yang, feeling as if they were observing every ounce of her being. Seeing her friend return attacked Yang with a large mixture of emotions. Some of these emotions made Yang want to run towards Blake and hug her, while others made Yang want to rip her ears off.

"Blake, what are you doing here?"

"Why else? I came to see you." She jumped from the dummy, landing by Yang's feet.

"It's been a while, and I just wanted to see how-" Yang's arm gripped Blake's shoulder fast and hard. The sudden gesture shocked Blake, ending her sentence abruptly. Blake could hear Yang's finger tighten on her collar bone, causing a small amount of pain.

Blake's natural fighting instinct wanted her to retaliate, but she knew any unnecessary self-defense would make everything worse. She waited to see what Yang would do. After struggling to find the right word to say, Yang decided to turn her grip into a soft hug around Blake's back.

"I've missed you." Blake raised her arms behind Yang, gripping her back.

"I've missed you too."

"So I see your Dad brought you back into the game."

"Well, this is the only attempt of his that might work. I still gotta practice with these a lot more."

"Well don't let me stop you. Go right ahead." Blake took Yang's scroll, offering to be the time keeper. Yang got into her ready position, waiting for the signal.

"Three…two…one…go!"

Yang blasted the gauntlets at her ankles again, this time prepared and comfortable with their force. Her initial blast was used to gain speed, tackling the cold air like it was barely there. When she felt her momentum begin to fade away, she used another burst to propel herself further. But before her momentum could fade again, she brought her knees to the front of her body, and with one large burst at her feet, rocketed into the air. She tilted her body almost parallel to the ground below her, and stretched back her arm. As she fell back down to the earth, her body began to tilt further and further down, bringing her to a perpendicular angle. She could see the row of targets down at the ground, and she predicted where she would land. Seeing the white canvas become larger in her vision was helping her time the impact as well. Within a few seconds, she was at the right place and time for her first attack.

Using a large blast on her wrist, she punched the ground as she made contact with the thick layer of snow. The punch sent a shockwave, rippling the snow into waves, which then almost erupted the few targets near the point of impact. She could feel her arm buckle and writhe in pain, but she didn't want to waste such a good start. With one leap off of her knees, she boosted her leg into a whirlwind kick, knocking off the heads off of one side of remaining targets. And with another quick bounce from her gauntlets, she angled her body into a sidekick, knocking down the other side of targets.

With heavy gasps of air, and winces of pain from her arm, she yelled back to Blake.

"And?" Through the wind, she could hear Blake respond

"Thirty one seconds!"

Walking back towards each other, Blake could tell by Yang's posture she was in pain.

"Ah come on, Yang. Already?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Yang waved her arm, gesturing she was able to shrug it off. But even the gesture was enough to make Yang moan in pain.

"Well you can't practice like this, that's for sure. Let's get inside."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Imagine how worthless I'd be without both arms."

"Yang, you could be a potato and still find some worth."

"The world's only Potato huntress. I might take you up on that."

With a small exchange of chuckles, the two went back inside the house.

"So where's Ruby?"

"Well, in all honesty, I have no idea. I haven't been the most loyal sister."

"Yeah, I hear you haven't done much since…you know."

"My arm got cut off? Blake, I am giving you full permission to be able to talk about it. I think it's safe to say I am over it."

"Well that's one step. Glad to hear it Yang."

Blake started to take off her heavy coat, which reminded Yang to do so as well. She learned many tricks to dress and undress herself, but not being to lift her arm has put a damper on things. Blake immediately noticed Yang struggling.

"Yang? Need some help with that?"

"No, no. I got it." She tried wiggling her shoulder, her elbow, and every possible joint on her arm. But either it didn't help remove the sleeve, or it just caused more pain. She may have been missing a limb, but Yang still hated having to rely on others, especially as mundane as taking off a coat. But she knew when she had been beat.

"Um…actually…" With a giggle, Blake gently pulled the coat off of Yang's shoulders. She then maneuvered it all the way down Yang's arm for her, so she didn't have to move it.

"Thanks Blake. God, this is embarrassing."

"What are friends for? Oh, your shirt is soaked Yang!"

"Wha- really?" Yang looked down, noticing the giant gray blob on her shirt.

"Huh, must have melted some snow or something while practicing."

"Well why don't you grab a change of clothes before you catch a cold? I'll follow you to your room."

"Follow? Um…why?"

"Because considering you couldn't get a jacket off, I doubt you could change your shirt."

"I…uh…um…" Yang's flustering brought a smile to Blake's face.

"Come on, we are both girls here. Besides, it's not like we didn't share a dorm room." Yang still wasn't sure of a proper response. Partly due to the fact that she wasn't even sure why she was flustered in the first place.

"Yang, are you blushing, or are you just cold?"

"Room. This way. Uh huh. This way."

Yang turned around towards her bedroom. She was having trouble deciphering Blake's odd behavior. It seemed too….flirty for Blake. But Blake was right on Yang's tail, so Yang kept walking, not having enough time to think to herself.

In her bedroom, Yang picked out a simple t-shirt to change into.

"Well I know it's still kind of uncomfortable for you, so do you wanna try by yourself?" Yang nodded, happy for the chance to not go through an awkward moment. She was ready to try, but she noticed Blake wasn't turning the other way. But now it was already awkward, because Yang couldn't decide if she should acknowledge Blake's stare or not. But she also knew if she stood there deciding, it would be awkward nonetheless. So, she bit the bullet and tried herself.

She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and began pulling it up. She got it up to just about her abdomen, but then the sharp pain stung her arm. She then tried bending her elbow to get a different grip, but that caused even more pain.

"God, I hope I didn't break something." She whispered underneath her breath.

"Nah, I doubt you did."

"What?"

"Remember the ears Yang? I heard you whisper."

"Oh. Yeah. Right."

"Yang, don't hurt yourself more. I'll help you."

Blake grabbed the left and right side of Yang's shirt, and began pulling it up from the back. She pulled the shirt over Yang's head and the back down the front. She was able to slide off the shirt without Yang having to move her arm. Yang wanted to thank her, but the sudden cold hitting her skin and the complete embarrassment felt like it was sowing Yang's mouth shut.

"Here um…sit down on the bed, that will be easier to get the shirt on."

Yang was screaming in her head. 'First you take my shirt off, and now you want me to sit down on my bed? What, seeing my cold and weak in just a bra isn't good enough for you? You gotta go in for the kill?' She fully understood Blake had no foul intentions, despite how uncomfortable she felt. Her inner panicking was simply humor to calm herself down.

She sat at the edge of her bed, while Blake climbed behind her. Blake reached all the way around Yang, grabbing the shirt in her lap. Yang couldn't help but notice Blake's face right besides hers. In such a tender moment, Yang began noticing each other's breathing, especially Blake's. She could see Blake focused on the simple task, taking long but subtle breaths only through her nose. She could feel Blake's skin on her arm, guiding it through the short sleeve. Her grip was so nimble and tender, Yang didn't feel any pain in her arm at all while Blake was handling it. Blake pulled the shirt over Yang's head, and pull it back down. Yang got small chills, feeling Blake's fingers grace the swell of her back.

A simple task that lasted a minute for some reason felt like an hour long experience to her.

"Alright, all set to go Yang."

"Blake, thanks."

"No problem, anything else?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Sure. What is it?"

Yang turned around to face her friend.

"I need to ask you something."