Epilogue (Part 1)
And so their journey begins…
As Weiss made her way above deck the rhythmic lapping of water and the call of gulls reached Weiss's ears even before she could catch a glimpse of fresh air. When she reached the top of the stairs the morning sun was so bright that she had to shield her eyes to give them time to adjust. But as they did, she was treated to the sight of her own favorite sunny view.
Yang leaned against railing of the port side of the ship; calm but deep in thought as she looked out at the ocean. The heiress admired her girlfriend's striking profile, and perhaps let her gaze linger a little longer than was necessary.
The dragon's new outfit was not quite as practical as her jacket and cargo pants, but it certainly made Weiss feel a particular way. Especially, when she considered how snugly the new pants fit her girlfriend's rear. Or how the leather jacket managed to cover just enough, yet left Weiss's imagination to want a bit more.
If she was being honest with herself that was part of what had always drawn her to Yang. The dragon was unabashedly feminine, while at the same time she exuded a kind of strength and confidence that was nothing short of mesmerizing.
But that appreciative stare was cut short when Yang finally turned and noticed her presence; the blond flicked her hair back and let out a grin as she address the heiress. "I know you are enjoying the view," her sly smirk enhanced by the aviators she wore, "but the ocean isn't half bad to look at either. If you want to join me."
Weiss looked away and blushed, "You are the worst."
She was grateful, when she turned back, to find that the smug dragon had the courtesy to return her gaze to the ocean.
As the heiress closed the distance between them she noticed that the shoreline was still miles off, but it was still close enough that she could faintly make out the port that they would be docking at.
The silence between them was comfortable enough, but after a few minutes the heiress felt an urge to break the quiet. Her eyes narrowed and she picked at the corner of her thumb as she settled on what she wanted to say.
"I am still a little nervous about leaving Atlas," she admitted. "I know that father will try something to sabotage the company. And with the borders now closed to Atlas, and the spotty tower reception, I fear that I won't be able to have any mitigating impact should things go wrong." The heiress frowned deeply, "I am afraid that I am being irresponsible by starting a company and then leaving it in the hands of others."
Yang took off her glasses and looked down at her with kind lilac eyes, "I won't pretend to know about the corporate world," a warm partially gloved hand covered her own, "but I do know that you get to have a life outside of your business and restoring your family's name."
The dragon removed her hand as she looked away and put her glasses back on, "And as much as I hate to admit it, Glenn is really good at what he does."
As had become more frequent since she found Yang in Atlas, Weiss felt her heart lighten and a small smile reach her lips. Since they had been together she had found a sort of secure contentment in the fact that Yang was always there to lean against when things seemed to darken.
That warmth gave her the courage to check the deck and then reach out to hold Yang's hand.
"You know I never really liked Atlas that much," she looked up at her dragon before saying, "and I have recently grown very found of warmer places."
A grin touched the blond's lips as she squeezed the heiress's fingers.
But when she looked back out at the ocean a small frown marred the taller woman's face, "I'm worried about finding Ruby. We know she left for Mistral with Jaune, Nora, and Ren and that they were most likely headed for Haven, but depending on what type of transport they were able to find they could be nearly anywhere.
"In the few messages she was able to send she never gave out any locations, but I'm confident that if we trek the towns on the way from Patch to Mistral that I will pick up on where they are." Yang's frown deepened, "But that will take time. And finding Blake will be even harder. She could be literally anywhere in Remnant." Her lips tightened into a thin line, "There isn't even a place to start looking."
Weiss held her expression as emotionless as she could. She missed her team and her partner, but her feelings towards finding Blake were complicated, to say the least.
She had a deep respect for her fanus teammate; they had managed to build a calm intellectual familiarity that Weiss appreciated and missed. But she also knew that when their team finally came together there would be a lot of things that they all needed to talk about, and she didn't foresee any of the conversations going well.
And if she was being completely truthful with herself, there was a small part of her that feared finding Blake. She had lived in the faunus's shadow for so long. And even though she knew Yang had chosen her, she couldn't let go of the dread that Yang might change her mind if Blake were to ask. She knew it was irrational and improbable, but she couldn't excise her foreboding no matter how hard she tried.
Pulled from her thoughts, Weiss realized that it had been a while since either of them had spoke. She cleared her throat and redirected the conversation, "Have you decided what you want to do with the information your father gave you?"
A tightness emanated from Yang as she spoke, "It wasn't enough to actually track her down. He was only able to tell me that she is the leader of a bandit tribe and that it might be somewhere in Western Mistral." The dragon's hand clenched into a fist, "If I knew exactly where to look it would be a different story, but we have enough people to track down without adding to the list."
Weiss felt a deep worry start to grow inside of her.
She was about to ask Yang more, but then the captain of the ship approached them and the heiress instinctively put a measure of distance between herself and her partner.
"Greetings ladies," the older man opened, "We will be reaching shore soon, so it might be a good idea to start collecting your things." His eyes narrowed slightly, "Might I ask where you two plan to go after you get to port?"
Yang's eyebrow raised and she pushed up her glasses in a way that made Weiss realize that she should be the one to handle the conversation, "We will eventually be heading towards Haven. We are hoping to visit our friends from the academy there."
The man stroked his beard and looked from Yang to her before he replied, "You both look like capable young women, but might I suggest that you try to find air passage into Mistral?"
The heiress saw Yang's stance shift before the blond asked, "And why is that?"
"Well, as I'm sure you are aware, the number of grimm have increased since the fall of Beacon," his tone darkened slightly, "and word has started to spread that older and far more dangerous grimm have awoken and been spotted over the past few months."
Weiss sensed Yang shift next to her, and the captain's eyes followed her. But then he smiled and added, "Though whatever you decide, I have a feeling that you two will look out for each other." He tipped his cap to them, "Safe travels ladies."
Weiss's eyes narrowed as she watched the man walk away to address another group of people on the other side of the deck, "That was strange." She turned and looked at Yang who was adjusting the leather cuffs on her forearm, "Why would he say that he knew we would look out for each other? We've barely talked to him this whole voyage."
A knowing smirk crossed the dragon's lips, and she placed her hand on Weiss's shoulder as she leaned down to whisper in her ear, "It's because he knows we're together princess."
Then as she nonchalantly walked away, the blond called out, "I'm gonna go grab our gear."
Heat rushed to the heiress's face as she had to cope with the reality that if the captain had figured out that they were together, then other's might also pick up on the fact. Part of her relished the idea that others would know that they she was with Yang, but the other part feared repercussion and judgement.
The heiress placed her hands on the railing. As she looked out at the approaching shoreline she tried to rid herself of the unplaceable worry that had been pooling in her stomach since they left Atlas.
Whatever comes our way, we can handle it. Together.
The heiress let out an agitated huff as she looked from the numbers on the surrounding shipping containers to the information on her scroll.
Whoever had ordered the large metal containers certainly didn't seem to have any system in place. And despite it being the dragon's motorcycle that they were looking for, Yang didn't seem to be bothered by the delay. She sautered behind the heiress with her hands clasped on top of her head, looking completely unfazed by the fact that they might never find her metal death trap.
Weiss was about to comment that she could help look, but then she sensed aura movement. There were too many to count and they were rather low level, but she could tell that the unknown group was quickly working to surrounding them. She shot a quick glance back at Yang. The dragon's posture hadn't changed, but Weiss could detect subtle movement around the edge of the blond's sunglasses that told her that Yang was already tracking the people in the shadows around them.
Following her partner's lead she pretended to look back at her scroll and spoke in a measured tone, "This port's organization system is abhorrent, but the security seems even worse."
Yang simply grunted in response.
Not two seconds later a tall skinny man in worn sea garb stepped out from a container with more than a little swagger. "Well now," he laughed, "two little girls like you should really be more careful about where you wander off to." He spoke through a smarmy smile, "You never know who you might run into."
At that comment no less than ten other men of varying sizes and cleanliness levels appeared around them. Most had scars and one even had an eye patch and blue striped shirt. Weiss rolled her eyes.
How dreadfully cliche, even for pirates.
All of the men were holding improvised weapons of some type, from pipes and chains to docking hooks and cudgels.
The supposed leader of the group spoke again once his crew was in place, "As you two just came from Atlas, we know that you have plenty of lien on you. So why don't you do yourselves a favor and hand it over. You don't wanna get hurt," he then pointed his thumb to one of the grimier men next to him who licked his lips in a disturbingly toothless manor, "or worse."
Weiss clenched her jaw in irritation before drawing her sword and setting her stance. She was about to dispose of the rats in front of her, but Yang walked up beside her and popped open her gauntlets, "Oh I've got this one princess."
Impatience marked the heiress's reply, "That will take forever. You know I can dispose of this riffraff faster."
Yang took off her glasses then looked at her with a sly grin. "But faster isn't always better," she commented with a wink. "Plus," the dragon continued as she stretched her left arm with her right forearm, "after that long boat ride I could really use a stretch."
"Fine," Weiss rolled her eyes at the crude insulation, and then sheathed her sword, "But try not to break too much around here. We still have not found which unit contains your motorcycle, and it would be rude to-"
"Hey," the main goon yelled, "if you didn't notice, we're robbing you you stupid bitch."
The brawler's eyes locked on the man, and Weiss couldn't help but pinch the bridge of her nose.
She is going to break so many bones for that comment.
Without warning the dragon disappeared in a yellow streak, and Weiss took that as her cue to move away from the quickly ensuing fray. Before she could even reach a safe distance though, she had to step around one of the downed men.
Letting out a little huff she turned and crossed her arms as she waited for her girlfriend to be done playing with the grubby pirates. Shells had already started to litter the ground and the once tranquil sound of gulls and crashing waves was replaced by shotgun rounds, terrified screams of pain, and the dragon's laughter.
After a few minutes of watching bodies fly Weiss had grown impatient and tapped her foot as she waited.
I could have handled this in under a minute. But instead-
She rolled her eyes and activated a series of stacked gravity glyphs behind her. Less than a second later the person that had been trying to sneak up behind her on top of a shipping container crashed to the ground and let out a choked groan of pain.
The heiress didn't even bother to look back at the no doubt filthy, toothless miscreant, "You are lucky that she didn't see you, or she would have left you in a body cast."
That said, she pulled the trigger of Myrtenaster, still sheathed in her sash, and froze the ruffian to the ground.
When she turned her full focus back to the fight, she saw Yang finally finish up her fun by punching the leader into the steel doors of a shipping container so hard that the metal crumpled inward. The unconscious man slid down the damaged doors before collapsing to the right.
As a result the left door of the container slowly creaked open to reveal Yang's motorcycle, and an exuberant, "Found it," followed as Yang jogged forward to reclaim her possession.
The heiress let out a weary sigh, "Well at least they were good for something."
But then when Yang reached out to pull the steel door the rest of the way open her left hand shook. Weiss's eyes narrowed with concern and a great uneasiness washed over her. Before she could say anything Yang made a fist and the shaking stopped.
Unfortunately, the heiress's worry wasn't so easily erased.
She observed closely as the dragon unstrapped the machine, checked it over, and stuff her things into one of the side saddle bags, but the tremor did not reappear. Weiss forced her nerves to calm as Yang walked the motorcycle out towards her.
"So," the taller woman commented with a grin and a suggestive undertone, "You ready to get outa here?"
Weiss looked around at the battered crowd of men, most of whom were lying crumpled on the ground or hanging off of containers and answered, "The sooner the better."
A smile reached Yang's lips as she mounted her bike, "Then hop on then princess." She pulled out her aviators and placed them on her face with a smirk, "And I won't mind at all if you have to hold on tight to me."
Yang put down the kickstand on bumblebee, with a heavy tired sigh. She would have loved it if they could have found a town to stay at, but northern Sanus was sparsely populated. And according to their map it would be several days till they reached a town if the roads stayed drivable. Which definitely hadn't been the case throughout their first day on the road.
As she stretched the soreness out of her muscles, Yang noticed that it was getting dark faster than she had anticipated. So instead of unpacking her things she gathered up wood to make a fire. The weather was warm enough that they probably didn't need one, but she knew from experience that it wasn't any fun to set up camp in the dark.
When she finally finished she started to take out her things.
With a grimace she grabbed a rations bar, and looked at it with disdain. It wasn't like she hadn't had to eat them before, but after having three hot meals a day provided for her in Atlas the dry questionable tasting 'food' was far from a welcome adjustment.
She held back a frown and a yawn as she started to open the wrapper, but then she stopped when she realized that she should ask Weiss if she wanted to eat something.
When she looked up though she saw that the princess had already laid out all of her things on the other side of the fire. Weiss's sleeping bag was perfectly smoothed out, she had her canteen and own food out on a flat rock next to her, and a rather large area around her looked suspiciously clean for an impromptu camp site off the side of a back road.
Weiss's excessive tidiness made her smile as she ate and finished unpacking her own bag. Though in comparison to her partner, Yang's side of the fire was set up with far less care.
Adequately fed and ridiculously tired, the blond plopped down on the ground and leaned back against a log as she started to peel off her gear. After about a minute, a not so small pile of leather laid next to her.
The blond let out a yawn as she stretched out her aching muscles. She was about to crawl into her bedroll, but paused when she saw Weiss quietly looking at her.
She had been so exhausted that she had forgotten to check in with her partner, "Hey princess, I'm a little beat so I'm going to turn in early tonight. But you can wake me up if you need anything."
A small nod came from the other side of the fire, but there was a subtle look of dejection on the heiress's face.
Concerned that she might have done something wrong Yang took more time than was necessary to finish getting ready for bed as tried and figure out what was going on with her equally quiet girlfriend.
After a while she saw Weiss look from one sleeping bag to the next before she picked at the corner of her thumb. A small frown marked the princess's face and she let out a sigh before re-centered her bedroll in the sizable space she had cleared for herself.
It took about two seconds for Yang to realize what was the matter, and when she did she felt like an ass.
Weiss had cleaned up such a big area because the she wanted to sleep next to her. But Yang had been so tired and focused on setting up camp that she hadn't realized what her girlfriend wanted.
It made perfect sense when Yang took the time to think about it. The entire way over on the ship they had slept in the same bed, so it shouldn't have been at all surprising that Weiss would want to sleep next to her now. In fact it was almost painfully adorable. But at the same time Yang felt awful that she had missed her princess's small but sweet gesture.
After taking a beat to think, Yang figured out how to reciprocate Weiss's sentiment. She picked up her own bedroll, and walked to the other side of the fire. Then she picked up Weiss's sleeping bag and started to unzip it.
The princess observed her with a confused look, "Yang, what are you-"
The blond interrupted her with a quick kiss on the nose, then calmly stated, "Just give me a minute."
In exactly that much time Yang had managed to zip their two sleeping bags together to make one very large sleeping bag. Then, with more care than she normally would have taken, she laid out the bedrolls and unzipped one side. After which, she took off her boots and climbed into the new spacious sleeping bag.
But instead of getting in next to her, the princess just looked at her with a raised brow.
Yang rolled her eyes, then flipped opened the flap of the bedroll, "Well, I'm not going to make you, but I think sleeping next to me is better than sleeping on the dirt alone"
Weiss turned pink, but then slid in next to her with an adorable amount of awkwardness. The heiress left about a foot of space between them when she finally settled in, and Yang found to be completely unacceptable. So she reached out and put her arm around the princess's waist so that she could pull the smaller woman into the curve of her body. Weiss went rigid for a second, but then relaxed and nuzzled backwards into her.
Yang let out a soft content sigh, and gripped the heiress a little tighter as she was reminded yet again how perfectly Weiss's tiny frame fit against her own.
She kissed the top of her partner's head before saying, "Goodnight, princess."
In response, delicate fingers entwined with her own as Weiss replied, "Goodnight, my dragon."
The words shouldn't have felt any different than any other time that the heiress called her dragon… except they did.
A tightness in her chest appear, one that she couldn't quite put words to. She held Weiss close to her for quite sometime, before she was able to work up the nerve to say what she had wanted to since the day of her evaluation.
Yang felt her heartbeat quicken as she opened her mouth. But the instant she was about to speak she noticed the slow, steady breathing of the woman next to her, and her emotions sank.
Just my luck, she's already asleep.
With a disheartened, silent laugh she swallowed the lump she hadn't realized was in her throat.
I'll find right moment, eventually.
Yang let out a long breath as she tried to let go of her disappointment and truly unwind. Even though she was tired, she knew it would take a while for sleep to come to her.
So instead she let herself enjoy the feel of Weiss resting in her arms, and as she did a comfortable calm slowly washed over her. Shortly after, the longness of their day finally hit her in an unsustainable way, and a soft yawn escaped her. She nuzzled her cheek against the top of Weiss's head as she relished the surprising warmth of the other woman. She squeezed the heiress one last time before her eyelids finally drifted shut.
I love you Weiss.
Yang's consciousness slowly widened to the darkness that surrounded her.
Realizing that there was nothing, she started to slowly wander until she found a small white light glowing in the distance. As she walked towards it she was surprised at how fast she was able to approach it, and how large it grew to be.
When she saw what the light held, it brought hope into her heart.
It was her team.
On the left wearing a small but confident smile was her sister. She looked the same as Yang remembered, but somehow more grown up. Her clothes were torn and tattered, yet she held herself with more assuredness than she normally did.
Though, there was a tinge of darkness that had been added to Ruby's normally bright grey eyes. It made Yang feel sad that she had missed being there. Missed the moments that had made her sister grow and change.
But then the light that emanated from the center drew her eye. Weiss, in all her regalness, stood prominently to the far right of her sister. The light that surrounded Yang's divided team was coming from the summoning glyph at her princess's feet. Seeing Weiss lifted Yang's heart, and she could barely stop herself from going to the small, but imposing figure before her.
The heiress wore a mask of authority that Yang felt had been rightly earned, but even as their eyes met she could sense a sadness inside of the princess. Yang felt her heart ache at not knowing how to fix the unhappiness that touched her girlfriend's face, and she worried that she might have been the cause of it.
Light blue eyes broke from her own and a small concerned frown marked Weiss's lips as she looked to the right. Yang's eyes naturally followed till she spotted their final teammate.
The faunus stood at the very edge of the light, seeming to be more comfortable in the shadows. Her partner's ears laid flat as she looked at Yang, and there was a shameful loneliness that was so plain to see that it made the blond's jaw clench.
Yang knew that Blake didn't want to be there hiding in the dark. But she also felt furious that no matter what any of them did Blake always chose to be alone. The misery on the faunus's face mixed with Yang's own stinging wounds of abandonment.
She missed her partner, but at the same time she didn't know how to reconcile the pain and hurt that they both held onto.
Before she had a chance to try and rejoin her team a familiar, mocking laughter reached her ears. Yang immediately clenched her fist and ground her teeth.
A pool of black tainted the light from Weiss's glyph, and like the malevolent creature of darkness that he was, Adam rose up out of it in between them all.
There was a smirk on his face as he looked at Yang through the slits of his grimm mask. "You are right to worry that you have failed them," he taunted. "Because I will destroy everything that you love, and it will be because you were not strong enough to save them."
Yang felt her semblance rage over her fear. She raised her hands to fight him, but then the light around them brightened as Weiss drew her sword.
In response Adam sneered before turning and grabbing the hilt of his sword, "Getting to take the head of a Schnee will make it that much better."
Time slowed when Yang saw Adam released his sword from the catch of its sheath. The sliver of red that appeared made ice cold fear flood her body. Despite her panic she moved to try and place herself in between it and her princess. Except when she tried her body moved like it was stuck in tar, even as she activated her semblance she could tell that she wouldn't be fast enough.
The crimson blade grew in length as he drew it to strike down the onrushing heiress.
Tears streamed down Yang's face as she reached out in vain to try and stop him. Soul crushing ache spread to every muscle in her body as his sword arched ever closer towards the woman she loved.
Quite suddenly muddy darkness surrounded her, and Yang sensed that someone was shaking her.
Heart racing she opened her eyes and frantically searched their campsite for danger.
"Yang, it's okay," Weiss called out to her.
Her heartbeat sounded like a drum in her skull.
But when she finally registered the princess, who held her, a weary wave of relief washed over her. Yang immediately wrapped as much of her body around Weiss as she could, too panicked to think of how better to protect her.
Tears continued to pour down her face as she tried to recover from the nightmare.
She's okay, he's not here. She's safe.
Yang choked back a sob.
She's safe.
Regardless of her effort to calm down she couldn't lessen of the fear that grip her chest or stop from hyperventilating.
Weiss hugged her back and did the best she could to console her, despite being constricted by Yang's grip.
Eventually the smaller woman managed to get an arm free and stroked the back of Yang's head, "It's okay. You are okay. Nothing is going to hurt you, I'm here."
The princess's words only made Yang feel shame, and she squeezed her girlfriend tighter as the tension in her body grew.
The heiress let out a worried and frustrated sigh, "Oh you miserable dragon." Weiss kissed the side of her head and let out with unmistakable concern, "This is the second time since we left Atlas. I knew it was too soon to leave."
Yang loosened her grip on Weiss and strained to get control of her breath as she remembered what she had learned in therapy.
It's not real, that time has passed. You are stronger now. Weiss is okay, this isn't Beacon. It wasn't real.
A long minute passed, but eventually Yang was able to recover.
She subtly wiped the tears out of the corners of her eyes and sat up. Though she remained hunched as Weiss moved to sit in front of her. The princess grabbed her left hand and squeezed it with both of her own. The warmth of her girlfriend's touch reinforced Yang's weakly constructed calm.
"I wish there was something more that I could do for you," Weiss said with great concern and distress in her voice, "that there was some way I could stop them from coming."
Yang looked up at the princess, and was going to tell her not to worry. But then she saw the stern frown on the her girlfriend's lips.
As she looked higher, sharp caring blue eyes gleamed in the light of the night fire, and Yang felt her breath stop as she looked at her princess. Seeing Weiss look at her like that made her heart feel like it might grow too large to fit in her chest. She knew that her princess would do anything for her, and had done so much for her already. And through everything Weiss had always been there by her side in any way she could.
To start Weiss had simply been her friend, and Yang had mainly just been attracted to those gorgeous legs. But now, now she didn't want to go anywhere without her. Things were just better when the princess was around. Even when things were hard, she felt at ease simply because Weiss was with her.
Sitting up Yang took a deep breath and worked up the nerve to finally say what she had so foolishly been waiting for the right moment to say.
Swallowing down her fear she tried to smile as she grabbed Weiss's hand and looked into the heiress's confused blue eyes, "I hope you know that you don't have to, but I kind of love that I have someone who worries about me so much." Yang took a deep breath, "But more than that, I want you to know that… I love you Weiss."
The princess's eyes went about as wide as Yang ever remembered, and she froze in place like a statue. It was amusing at first, but then after a while she started to worry.
I think I broke her.
Yang frowned and raised an eyebrow in concern.
I mean I know she loves me back; she has said so more than once. Unless something changed.
The blond's brow knitted together with fear, and the desire to end the silence made her blurt out, "So this is the part where you normally say I love you back." Anxiety continued to build as she spoke, and it made her words come out rushed. She dropped Weiss's hand and looked away as she rubbed the back of her neck, "I mean you don't have to of course; I just thought that you might want to?"
Soft fingers reached up and brushed the side of her face, bringing her focus back to a now softly grinning Schnee, "Of course I love you, you ridiculous dragon." The princess rolled her eyes and a light blush could be seen on her face even in the dim fire light, "You just surprised me."
Weiss held her eyes on Yang for a moment then looked away, "I love you so much that it scares me sometimes."
A frown made it's way to the blond's face, and she thought for a second before asking, "Why would loving someone scare you?"
The princess bit her lip, and it was a few seconds before she spoke again, "Well honestly, a lot of reasons, but one is that I've never loved anyone before. Not like this," she finally turned back to meet Yang's gaze, "and I am afraid of what happens after this." Weiss looked down as she continued, "I'm afraid that I will mess things up, or that I will do the wrong thing, or that I won't be good enough. I… I'm afraid I might fail you."
Sadness tinted the love that still swelled in Yang's chest. She pulled the heiress into her and held her with the hope that her feelings would flow into the woman in her arms, "You don't need to be perfect Weiss. I love you the way you are." She let out a gentle laugh, "In fact, if anyone should be worried about not being good enough it should be me. I mean you are an heiress of a global company that has already started her own business. While I'm just-"
The princess pushed her away and looked up at Yang with stern eyes, "You are and never will be 'just' anything. You are Yang Xiao Long. The stupidly bold dragon that stole my heart in ways I couldn't even imagine. You helped me find the courage to do things I never would have dreamed possible." Weiss looked at her with the steely resolve that only a Schnee seemed to be capable of holding, "You are everything and more than I ever could have imagined that I deserve. So don't you dare ever think little of yourself."
Yang didn't have a clue as to what to say to something like that, so instead she gently lifted Weiss's jaw and smiled before pulling her girlfriend into a soft kiss.
When she finally broke away, she was able to settle on, "Thank you princess, I love you too."
Weiss blushed and nervously looked away before she spoke, "Well, if that is settled then come and keep me warm, you troublesome dragon. I need more sleep if we are going to travel all day again."
With a weary laugh Yang straightened their sleeping bag and worked her way back into it before holding it open for Weiss to join her. Weiss slid in and wrapped her arms around Yang's middle as she nuzzled into her chest with a yawn.
She felt an immense happiness and light fill her as held Weiss, and as she felt the princess's breath against her skin it helped repair the damage that had been inflicted on her frayed nerves.
After a blissfully long moment of embracing the woman that rested against her, Yang opened her eyes to look past Weiss's silky white hair and gaze into the gently crackling fire.
I will become strong enough to protect you.
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