Yang stood outside of Ghira's office for a moment as she tried to get her thoughts in order. She had to remain at least somewhat professional around him and, until Blake was okay with him knowing about them, she couldn't reveal anything that would lead him to suspect her feelings for his daughter. Content that she had her head on right she gently tapped on his door.

"Come in!"

She peeked her head in first to make sure he wasn't over flowing with work and found him glancing at papers over a pair of half moon glasses. "Evening Ghira I need to talk to you for a moment."

He gave her a heartfelt smile and gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Yang! Come on in. You know James called to tell me that you and Blake did quite the favor for Vale. Tell me were there really a whole mob of thugs or was he just exaggerating?"

Yang took in a deep breath and reached into her pocket. "There was a whole mob of them alright," she said as she tossed something from her pocket onto his desk before she sat down, "but they weren't thugs."

Ghira's smile faded quickly as he picked up the item Yang tossed at him. It was part of a Grimm mask. When Blake threw her into the hoard of hooded mystery people she found that one of her hits had shattered the mask they kept hidden under the hood. Before the dust settled she had quickly picked up a peice and kicked the rest under the dumpster. It had been weighing heavy in her pocket since then.

Ghira fumbled the piece of hard plastic around in his hands. "Alright. Start from the beginning."

She recounted their trip out. How she was telling Blake stories as they walked, how she felt like they were being followed, the shortcut through the alley just to be sure, the trap, the fight, and how she lied to Blake and told her they were thugs. Even telling Ghira left a bad taste in her mouth. She hated lying to Blake but she couldn't risk disappointing Ghira, not if she wanted to stay near her.

"It's good you didn't tell her," he assured. "She's seemed to be really happy the last few days."

"You know we're going to have to tell her eventually right? She does deserve the truth and I hate lying to her."

He sighed solemnly. "I know but, for now, let an old man enjoy his daughhers happiness a little longer if you would."

Yang nodded sharply and stood. "I should get back to Blake, I told her I wouldn't be long. I just wanted to fill you in."

"Of course but before you go Yang," he stopped her, "I have a meeting with Sienna Khan in a week. She will be coming here and I would like for you to be present during the meeting."

Yang shuffled nervously. "A human at a White Fang meeting doesn't sound like a good idea."

"It isn't a White Fang meeting. It's a meeting if old colleagues. I have some questions for her and her knowledge of tonight's incident will be among them. As Blake's bodyguard I feel you should be there."

Yang was shocked. Ghira was placing an awfully large amount of trust in someone he had just met and it made hiding her relationship with Blake all the more difficult. She nodded respectfully to him. "I'm honored Ghira. Thank you."

"No Yang thank you for protecting my daughter."

She chuckled nervously. "I honestly feared you'd be mad that I let her fight."

He grinned over the papers he had gone back to studying. "I didn't raise my daughter to back out of a fight once its started. You wouldn't have been able to keep her out of it even if you had wanted to. She remained safe and alive. And that's all I ask of you. Now go on!" He dismissed her. "I'm sure Blake is wondering what's taking so long."

Yang quickly made for Blake's room and tapped a short rhythm on her door. "Special delivery!" When Blake answered her bedroom door Yang was intregued to find her sweating and out of breath. She peaked around the door and raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Is, uh, is there something going on in here I should know about?"

Blake mockingly rolled her eyes and ushered Yang in before closing the door. "No I was just brushing up a bit on my form."

It was then Yang noticed that she had something in her hands. In one she held a cleaver like blade and the other held a katana with an odd looking ribbon off the end of it. "Is that your weapon?"

Blake nodded and pressed a switch on her katana, folding it into a pistol with a blade hooking off the muzzle. Then, with another quick press it returned to it's katana form. "It's been a while since I've really used it."

"My sister would be going nuts right now. She's a bit of a weapons geek."

"She's a Huntress still right?" Yang nodded. "What weapon does she use?"

"A scythe about a foot taller than her that also doubles as a high impact sniper rifle."

"She must be pretty strong to be able to wield that."

"She is but you wouldn't think it by looking at her," Yang laughed and fell back onto Blake's bed. "She made it when she was going to Signal and back then she was shorter so she was comically small next to it. Our uncle taught her how to use it properly. It's crazy watching her use it and almost impossible to keep up with her."

"So she's fast."

"Speed is her semblance so yeah, you could say she's fast."

She heard Blake rustled around to put her weapon up and then felt her sit next to her and begin to run her fingers through Yang's hair. "You talk about your sister a lot. You must miss her."

"Yeah. I just heard from her recently. She's out on a job in Vacuo. First time I had heard her voice in eight months. Well sort of," she pulled out her scroll. "I have this video of us when we were younger, my dad send it to me, and I used to watch it a lot while she was gone."

She fumbled through her files and pulled up the video she spoke of. She and Ruby had decided to attempt to bake chocolate chip cookies for their father before he woke up but they really just ended up making a huge mess of the kitchen. Her father had heard the commotion and came down with his scroll recording.

"I thought he was going to get mad at us for totally wrecking the kitchen," Yang chuckled. "I mean we got cookie dough on the ceiling. The ceiling! But he wasn't. Instead he taught us how to properly make them. It was Ruby's mom's old recipe. I figured making them would make her happy."

Blake paused in striking Yang's hair. "Ruby's mom? Not your mom?"

Yang was silent for a moment. It wasn't exactly a secret that her and Ruby had different mom's but that wasn't the part that bothered her. It was the question that usually followed it. The 'what happened' question. I've lied to her enough. I can tell her. "Ruby and I have different mom's though Ruby's mom, Summer, was really the only mother I had known. She didn't give birth to me but she raised me, she was my mom."

"How did she die?"

Yang looked up at Blake. Out of all the people who knew she was the only one who got that part right. Everyone else had assumed Summer just left their father for some reason or another. Death was never people's first guess. "We don't know actually," she shrugged. "She left for a job and never came home. My uncle was the one who had to tell my dad. Their relationship was already rocky but that seemed to put a big dent in what was left of their friendship."

"He blames your uncle?"

"I think he thinks he wants to blame him," Yang sat up and maneuvered herself so she was leaning against the headboard. She held her arms out, a silent offer for Blake to join her, and buried her face in her hair, right between her feline ears, as soon as she was comfortable. "Really I think he blames himself. He lost two loves. In his mind he's got to think he did something wrong."

"Did your mom die on a job as well?"

"I think part of her did," Yang murmured into Blake's hair. "She didn't exactly stick around after she had me. My dad never really talked about her until I was older but the way he talked about her when he did makes it seem like she wasn't that bad of a person," she let out a long sigh. "So when I got older I set out to find her on my own."

"And you didn't like what you found?"

"I don't know what I was expecting exactly. I had only seen her in pictures up until then and she looked happy on a team with my dad. But her old life called her back I guess so she left after having me, back to the life of a bandit. My mom is the leader of the Branwen tribe."

Blake twisted around to face Yang, shock in her wide eyes. "Your mother is Raven Branwen? The bandit queen, Raven Branwen?"

"Yeup," Yang leaned her head back, not caring that she smacked her head a little to hard on the headboard. "She isn't exactly mother of the year."

Blake settled comfortably back in Yang's lap. "But you miss her."

Yang pulled Blake closer to her like a security blanket. "Yeah I miss her. All I wanted was to ask her why she left and all I got were ambiguous answers and avoidance techniques," she kissed the top of Blake's head. "But I don't want to talk about my mom."

Blake tilted her head back so she could see Yang. "Well then what do you want to talk about?"

I want to tell you about the White Fang. How Adam is looking for you. Warn you that you aren't as safe as you think you are. Yang struggled with her inner thoughts. But I can't. "Who says I want to talk at all?" She hid her internal struggle with a smirk.

Blake's face flushed and her ears twitched nervously. "I'm okay with not talking," she whispered and hugged Yang's arms closer.

Yang studied her for a moment as an entirely different struggle flared up in her. As her body guard she knew that it was risky to indulge in her growing desire for Blake, particularly with her parents right down the hall, but as her girlfriend Yang was finding it harder and harder to resist. There was a line she needed to balance on for now somewhere between protector and lover and even though Blake said she was fine with it Yang could still tell she was incredibly nervous. She smiled as Blake's ears kept twitching like a bee was buzzing abound them. It's her ears. They give her away to easily.

She tilted Blake's head back far enough for their lips to touch and she gently rubbed her thumb along her collarbone as she poured whatever feelings she could into one simple kiss. "Let's just stay like this for now," she breathed in between kisses. "I'll stay until you fall asleep again. Sound good?"

Blake hummed happily. "Sounds perfect."