The night soon fell over the land, beckoning the girls to retire to their rooms. Or as most nights went, Yang's room. Blake attempted to bring more light into the room by bringing her own candles and oil lamps in, so she could read easier. It didn't do much to brighten the room, but it was better than nothing. The faunus sighed, setting her candle holder on the nightstand, next to the other candles and two oil lamps. Weiss stared out the window, picking at the ends of her long braid. Ruby was curled up against Yang, who was busying herself with brushing Ruby's hair.
"Do you think they're ok out there?" Ruby asked, leaning her head on Yang's shoulder.
Yang reassured, "Of course they are, Rubbles. They'll be back soon, the war's almost over, I'm sure. It can't last any longer, it's been going on for twenty years now."
"What's it even about?"
"At this point, stubbornness," said Weiss as she crossed her arms. "It's simple, really, the world is coming to an end and all the good men are dying."
"Weiss, that's not necessarily true," Yang said, giving Ruby a squeeze.
Blake groaned, "Weiss, would you please shut up. That's not how it is, we all know it."
"That is what they want you to think, Blake."
"Can we just agree that this isn't an ideal situation or time? Fighting, regardless of who is right and who is wrong means nothing. We are not in a position to change anything, so stop acting like we can. We are the daughters of plantation owners, not politicians," Yang reasoned. Weiss huffed, pulling her knees up to her chest, staring out the window at the orchards. "There are a few things we can do to contribute though." Blake looked up from her book and nodded.
"There's a lot of struggling orphanages in Remnant, two in Patch alone."
Weiss smiled, "Yeah, that could be an idea."
"Uncle Qrow said that they needed more army nurses to go out into the field and help the injured soldiers," Ruby added. "He also said a lot of people are going without food and blankets. Maybe we could can some of our crops and make blankets."
"That doesn't help us keep our place," Weiss reminded. "Yes contributing to society is a good idea, but we've got bigger problems at hand."
Ruby sighed, "Yeah, she's right."
"It is still a good idea to help," Blake said, flipping a page in her book.
Yang gently ran her fingers through Ruby's hair, observing her sisters. She smiled slightly, "Every little contribution is important. Weiss, you've always been better at quilting than I am, you and Blake should make blankets, Ruby can roll bandages, and I will make sure that the extra crops are canned and ready."
"I wanna go out there and help out with the war effort," Ruby stated.
"That's sweet, Ruby, but not very practical. We need to stay here where it's safe. We are the most useful staying home," Blake closed her book and set it on the oak nightstand. She rose from her seat and went to the door. "I need to be getting some rest. We have things to do tomorrow. I want to help out, it's up to you three if you want to as well. Goodnight." Blake quietly made her way through the hallway to her own room and disappeared. Weiss sighed and got up as well.
"It's worth a shot. I do not particularly enjoy sewing, but I will see what I can do tomorrow. Yang, you should tell the other women about your idea this tomorrow after church." She stood in the doorway, continuing to pick at her hair. Yang nodded.
"I will. Goodnight, Weiss."
"Sleep well."
Mr. Vasilias escorted the sisters to church the next morning, much to Weiss' annoyance. She sat beside Ruby, exchanging whispers that would be rather embarrassing had anyone other than Ruby been able to hear her. Blake glared at the two from her seat beside Sun, knowing the notorious gossips far too well. Weiss and Blake exchange glares, as if it was a contest of who could make the more vulgar facial expression. Yang subtly whacked Weiss and Ruby on the back of the head to tell them to behave. Blake redirected her attention to her bible, knowing that the problem had been taken care of.
Weiss played with her cross necklace, spacing out for a moment. Her gaze directed to Ms. Pyrrha Nikos, who was sitting with her fiancé, Sir Arc. It was a rare occasion that Sir Arc would be seen back in patch since he had become old enough to serve in the war. His family was rather prestigious, all knights and warriors. Sir Arc was certainly no different, though occasionally he would take leave to visit home and Ms. Nikos. Weiss could not help but feel a small tinge of jealousy, however she could not understand exactly what of. This envy had been troubling her for a while, however she found it more convenient to simply ignore than to reflect on in the most internal depths of her thought. Certainly a young lady such as herself should not indulge in such foolish emotions, it would be childish, gluttonous even. She sighed quietly to herself, directing her gaze to the golden cross at the front of the alter. Ruby noticed her sister's odd demeanor and took her hand into her own, whispering a soft inquiry of what was troubling her. Weiss did not respond, for she had been rude enough to had been whispering in the beginning. She simply stared at the alter, as if in compilation. Ruby worriedly looked over to where Weiss was staring, trying to find the meaning of her sister's agitation, however she was only met with confusion and failure.
After church, Yang hosted luncheon for the women interested in volunteering their skills. Ms. Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, and Velvet Scarletina were able to attend, however others were not. Yang poured everyone a cup of tea and offered them the sugar and milk. Ruby, seeming to have forgotten her manners, grabbed the sugar tin and dropped three of the delicious cubes in her drink, and one in her mouth. Weiss kicked her under the table, glaring in disapproval. Ruby sighed and apologized, then passed the sugar down the table. After much discussion, the women were all put into groups. Weiss would work with Pyrrha with the blankets, Blake, Velvet, and Ruby would roll bandages, and Yang and Nora would can the extra crops. It seemed the day would have much work to do.