"Out for a stroll, little sister?" I asked, making Raven stop in her tracks. "Looks like it's going to rain soon, you might just want to forget about it."
"Why are you here Qrow?" She asked, still facing away from me.
"Couldn't sleep," I answered with a shrug. Raven turned around to face me, having no problem finding my location now that she knew to look for it.
"I find that hard to believe."
"It's true, the thought of you breaking Taiyang's heart has been keeping me wide awake all night."
"So you're here to stop me from leaving," she said flatly. I sighed as I pushed myself upright so I was no longer leaning against the tree.
"Truthfully, I could care less where you go. But you can bet on the fact that Yang is not going there with you."
Raven stepped back, the hand not holding her sleeping infant going straight to her weapon. I held up my hands defensively in response, showing her I was unarmed.
"Easy there, sis, I'm not here to fight. I'm simply here to talk some sense into that thick head of yours."
"Our mother is dead, did you know that?" She asked, her voice hostile. "Of course you did. So you know exactly why I'm leaving, and exactly why Yang needs to come with me."
"You could always let someone else lead them. You don't need to follow mother's footsteps on everything."
"And who would that be? Only a Branwen can lead the tribe."
