Vengeance Is My Name
Chapter Four
It had been a long, uncomfortable four days waiting for her wound to heal. Uncomfortable not due to the pain, although that was certainly ever present; uncomfortable because Blake felt like she had to do something.
It was driving her mad, sitting in the same old bed, and she could feel her muscles seizing up from disuse. Yang had dropped by every so often, not saying much about what she had been up to, but from what Blake could gather, she was spending her time in town looking for something. What that was, Yang wouldn't elaborate, and Blake normally wouldn't have cared, if it weren't for the fact that it was the only interesting stimulation she got while bedridden.
Yang brought a small ball on the second day, and they made small talk while tossing it back and forth. Yang had initially been hesitant at first, yet Blake lied easily, saying that the motions of throwing and catching the ball didn't antagonize her injury.
In truth, Blake used her core to stabilize her body during nearly every movement she made, and deriving power from her core while twisting her upper body was second nature to throwing any sort of item, regardless if it was a lazy toss across the room or not. Instead, she had chosen a sort of awkward overhead throw that didn't rely on her stomach muscles as much.
They had talked mostly about Yang, as Blake tried to suppress reliving any detail about Weiss' theorized abduction. At least, she hoped with all of her might that it was an abduction; that meant that there was a chance she was still alive, and Blake could find her.
Blake had swiftly absorbed Yang's story, learning about her hometown and her family. The only child to a mine supervisor, she had swiftly realized that the small town life was not for her. Striking out on her own, she sought to survey the world and see for herself what life was all about.
Whether as a result of boredom, or the painkilling drugs they forced down her throat, Blake found herself resonating deeply with Yang and that desire. Herself a child of Nova, she'd been here her whole life. With no opportunity to go out and explore the world, she'd settled for hearing tales of the great unknown from the talkative characters that wandered into the bookstore that she'd gotten a job at.
While tossing the small soft reddish orange ball back and forth, Yang had gotten onto the topic of Blake being holed up for four days, and if anyone would miss her.
Blake reluctantly revealed to Yang that she had no parents to speak of that would miss her, and that the only person who would notice was Sun, her friend at the bookstore. Yang had offered to pass along a message, and after a moment's hesitation, Blake agreed.
That had resulted in Sun coming to visit her, and bringing with him a few books for Blake to read. With nothing else to do, she had devoured them, and now they sat on her bedside table, patiently waiting to be returned.
Which would be happening today.
A shiver tore through her, excitement spiking through her at the thought of being released today.
Blake slowly pushed back the soft white linens covering her lower body, her shoulders clicking and painfully protesting the lack of movement over the last few days.
Carefully sliding her feet over the edge of the bed, she pushed herself up into a seating position, raising one hand to her head as blood pounded painfully in her skull.
"I have got to get moving again." She muttered to herself, flexing her toes and rotating her socked feet around in circles to warm up her ankles.
"Unfortunately, you'll have to take it slowly, otherwise you'll do more harm than good."
A now familiar voice reached her ears, and she looked up to see Yang leaning against the doorframe. The girl sported her trademark smirk, looking thoroughly pleased with herself for no discernable reason.
"Why are you here?"
Yang, now accustomed to Blake's short disposition, merely shrugged.
"You didn't think I'd let you get released on your own, did you? Besides, I told you yesterday that I'd be back to see you."
Blake said nothing, looking away from the perky blonde and turning her gaze to the window.
"I thought I told you not to bother."
Yang chuckled, pushing off the door frame to move closer to Blake.
"Lots of people tell me not to bother with lots of stuff." Yang replied lightly. Reaching out, she extended her hand to Blake.
"Are you ready?"
Blake looked at the offered hand for a moment, and took a deep breath. In reality, her stomach was a tight knot of nerves, and her legs felt like they couldn't support even half of her.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." Blake said, reluctantly taking Yang's hand.
Yang moved closer and offered her support as Blake pushed off the bed, her feet making contact with the floor for the first time in nearly a week. She swayed unsteadily on her feet, and watched from the corner of her eye as Yang bit her lip, torn between wanting to help, and respecting Blake's obvious desire to do things herself.
Blake gripped the edge of the bed as she got accustomed to standing upright, putting a new kind of tension on the healing skin around the knife wound. It was one of the few things she had noticed about Yang, the girl was extremely perceptive. Blake had to appreciate Yang allowing her to do as much as she could by herself, while still being there for the things she couldn't.
As those thoughts danced through her head, her legs became a bit more comfortable with the pressure she was putting on them, and she straightened up to her full height, about four or five inches shorter than Yang herself, from what Blake could gather standing next to her.
"Are you sure you're ready to leave today? No one would fault you for taking an extra day or two." Yang thought she was being reassuring, but the words were a reminder of just how much time Blake had already wasted.
Golden eyes darkening, her lips pressed into a thin, firm line.
"It's been four days too many already." Blake said quietly, slowly shuffling forward. Her hand tightened around Yang's and Yang stuck close to her in case she lost her balance.
"Every day I falter, Weiss grows further from my grasp."
Yang nodded distractedly, watching Blake's features contort into expressions of pain and discomfort.
"True, true, " Yang said, falling in step beside her, "But how useful do you think you'll be to her in this condition?"
Blake sighed heavily, casting a heavy look at Yang.
"I thought you were here to be supportive?"
Yang couldn't contain a chuckle, shaking her head at the bedraggled girl.
"I am, but I'm also a realist."
Blake said nothing as she pushed through the doorway, her muscles reluctant to do much more than fight her every desire.
"Where will you go now?" Yang asked, following her and still holding her hand tightly.
Blake reached up with her free hand to press it over her stomach, her eyebrows furrowing over narrowed golden orbs.
"I have a place not far from the bookstore. On Wyndham. I'll rest for the remainder of the day while I plan out my next move."
Yang mentally filed that information away, knowing loosely where it was from her exploration of the town over the last few days.
"I see." Was all the blonde offered.
"It's not ideal, but I have to admit that you're right." Blake spoke quietly, her pace increasing slightly as the stiffness began to relinquish its hold on her muscles. "I'm in no shape to do Weiss any good right now."
Yang hummed appreciatively, slightly increasing her pace to match Blake's.
Approaching the front desk of the clinic, Yang made sure Blake could stand on her own before releasing her grip on the girl's hand, instead leaning forward to place her elbows on the desk.
"Blake's ready to go home now." Yang tilted her head toward the raven-haired girl, getting a curious look and a raised eyebrow from the girl sitting at the desk there.
"Against the recommendation of both the aides?" The girl asked, her tone even.
Yang shrugged.
"I'm aware of the consequences." Blake spoke up, wincing slightly as she grabbed the desk to keep herself steady.
The girl hesitated a moment, then shrugged.
"Very well. We're a free aide clinic, not a prison. We can't keep you here if you don't want to be here." The girl shuffled around a few papers, glancing at a few before looking up at Yang.
"You're the only contact we have here for Blake, aside from someone named... " The girl glanced back down at the papers.
"... Sun. He was only here once. I assume you're going to be looking after her for a few days?"
Yang glanced to Blake, then back to the girl, uncertainty shining clear in her lilac eyes.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. For a while."
"Good. Make sure to change her bandages every night, or more frequently if they bleed through. Clean the area with soap and water, and if you're skilled, you can remove the stitches yourself in a week or two, or come back to us and we'll pull them out for you."
Beside Yang, Blake was silently seething. She was more than capable of changing her own bandages, yet here she was being dealt with like a child. It was mildly infuriating, to say the least.
Just when Blake was about to speak up, the girl turned to face her.
"And you... " Blake hesitated, unsure of what to expect.
"You make sure to take care of yourself from now on. We hope we don't have to see you again."
Blake nodded dumbly, and the girl grinned at her.
"Alright! Well, the two of you be safe, and come see us if you need help with the bandaging or cleaning. Otherwise, I think you two should be fine."
Yang waved, turning her back on the desk and glancing sideways at Blake. She reached toward Blake, holding her palm up enticingly.
"Shall we?"
Blake looked to Yang with uncertainty flashing in her eyes, but Yang merely raised an eyebrow, silently questioning her hesitation.
Relenting, Blake took Yang's hand and leaned her weight on the blonde. It made the pain a little more bearable, dulling it down to a mere background noise as she followed Yang out into the sunlight.
As the clinic door swung closed behind them on less than silent hinges, Blake raised a hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the harsh glare as her pupils dilated down to thin black slits, barely visible in a sea of molten gold.
"How are you feeling, overall?" Yang asked conversationally, turning in the direction of what she was fairly sure was Blake's house. Blake followed her movements without resistance or complaint, so Yang assumed she was correct.
"Stiff. Sore. I need a bath and I need to get moving to loosen up my muscles."
Despite her words, however, Yang noticed as she watched the girl from the edge of her vision that Blake seemed to be working every step, consciously putting effort into either not falling over or not showing pain.
"You've done lots of moving so far and I'm not sure it's helping yet." Yang commented.
Blake grimaced. "I have to do something."
Yang nodded slowly, making sure to match her pace to Blake's.
"Of course. All in due time, however."
Blake sighed, but said nothing in return.
Silence filled the air between them, and Yang carefully navigated them through the streets, turning her face up toward the sun to catch the warm rays it offered.
"Summer seems much more mild here compared to where I'm from." Yang readjusted her grip on Blake's hand.
Blake leaned on her a bit more as they stepped up onto a raised wooden curb.
"You should try our winters." Blake replied after a moment. "'Mild' will not be a word that comes to mind when trying to describe it."
Yang chuckled.
"I'm sure I-" Yang was cut off when Blake stumbled a bit, tugging on Yang's arm. Yang was quick to react, however, grabbing Blake with her free hand and gently pulling her to her feet.
"Blake! Are you okay?"
Blake nodded, her gaze downcast as embarrassment darkened her cheeks.
"Y-yeah, just... got a bit weak there for a minute. I'm fine."
Yang stared at her worriedly, not believing for a second that she was as fine as she had claimed.
"I'm not buying it." Yang replied softly, still holding Blake with both hands. The prolonged contact began to make Blake uncomfortable.
"Well I am." Blake said shortly, twisting away from Yang and attempting to pull out of her grip. Yang let her go, and Blake stumbled a few steps away, clutching at her stomach and leaning against a nearby shop wall for support.
"I have to admit, your stubbornness will probably come in handy on your adventure to rescue your friend." Yang said conversationally, crossing her arms under her chest and shifting her weight to her right leg as she stared at Blake.
"Or get you killed. It's a toss up, really."
With her back to Yang, Blake looked over her left shoulder to shoot a dirty look at her. Yang merely grinned in response.
"You're very irritating." Blake said quietly.
Yang reached up to run her hands through her hair, hooking her fingers into makeshift claws and combing out a few tangles.
"So I've been told." Yang replied airily. "Although, if you were half as strong as your ego, we'd be at your house already and I could get out of your hair."
Blake turned so that her back was against the wall, and she leaned on it for support as she crossed her arms under her chest, mirroring Yang's previous pose.
"No one said you had to help me. I can get home just fine on my own. I don't need you."
Yang shrugged, picking a stray hair off the fabric of her shirt.
"Where I come from, people say 'thank you' for receiving assistance."
"Where I come from, we don't meddle in other people's affairs." Blake retorted, her face becoming red with her flaring anger.
Yang held her hands up innocently. "But you needed help!"
"I don't need help!" Blake yelled. Yang took a step back, surprised at the outburst. Lilac eyes laden with concern studied the enraged girl carefully.
"I don't need help." Blake repeated a bit softer now, her voice cracking. "I need... I need Weiss."
"Blake... "
Blake shook her head, despair distorting her features as tears began slipping down her face. Unable to keep herself supported any longer, she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the ground, the awkward angle putting pressure on her wounded stomach but too upset to care.
With no regard for the people casting them quizzical looks as they passed by on the walkway, Yang stepped toward Blake and crouched down in front of her. Gently she laid her hand on Blake's shoulder, whispering her name over and over as soothingly as she could.
"Everything will be fine in time, Blake." Yang said softly. This only caused Blake's sobs to strengthen, and Yang felt her heart aching as she reached out to pull the girl to her shoulder. With no energy left to spend on resisting, Blake allowed herself to be pulled into Yang's arms, burying her face in Yang's shoulder as her tears soaked into the fabric of her shirt.
Gently caressing the back of Blake's head, Yang whispered sweet nothings as gently as she could, seeking to comfort her in any way possible.
Yang didn't know what it was like to lose a loved one, and very nearly her life, and she dearly hoped she would never have to find out.
It was some time later when Yang found the house Blake had described to her. It was much less a house, and moreso a partition, a house split down the middle with a wall to split it into two separate domiciles.
Blake's was the one on the left, apparently.
Cradling the unconscious girl in her arms, Yang was careful to not disturb her slumber as she mounted the three questionably constructed steps leading to the two front doors. Choosing the one on the left, she tucked Blake more securely against her chest as her left hand, cupping Blake's shoulder, maneuvered to produce a silver key she'd been clutching. With a bit of contortion, she managed to crouch down enough to insert the key and give it a rough turn. The door creaked open much louder than she would have preferred, but it didn't wake the girl in her arms.
Glancing down at Blake's tear stained sleeping face, Yang felt an unfamiliar tugging in her chest. Deciding to write it off as consequence of the events of the last week, Yang moved through the unfamiliar house as quietly as possible. The front door had opened into the kitchen, and at the back of the house appeared to be an entrance way to some sort of living area.
Carefully sliding sideways through the doorway so as to not disturb Blake, Yang spotted a grey couch against the closest wall. With her target chosen Yang padded over softly to it, leaning down and ever so carefully laying the girl out on the couch. At the loss of warmth Blake mewled pitifully, curling in on herself as her facial expressions twisted into one of pain.
"Ahh, blankets... ?"
Mumbling to herself, Yang glanced around the room. There was nothing immediately visible in the living room, but she glimpsed a hallway at the far end. Perhaps she would find Blake's bedroom, and there, a blanket or sheet of sorts.
Padding down the hall, it occurred to Yang that the house barely seemed lived in. Her own home in Solis was decorated in portraits and paintings, potted plants and many other signs of happy occupants, her father had made sure of that.
Blake's house however was despairingly bare, as if she tried to avoid being here as much as possible.
The house itself wasn't overly well constructed, Yang had noticed as well. The outside was in a sorry state of disrepair, and whether Blake owned or merely rented, it was obvious that the owner didn't care at all about the property.
It was kind of run down, and if Yang was being honest with herself, it made Blake appear... poor.
Maybe she was. She had mentioned a part time job at a book store, but really, how well did that pay?
Putting those thoughts out of her head, Yang slowly twisted the knob of the door she came to. Pushing open the door cautiously as if she might startle another occupant, Yang stuck her head in and looked around.
It was silly to be so cautious, Yang realized, glancing about the room. Blake had mentioned that she lived alone.
Spotting a solitary bed accompanied by one night table in the middle of the room, Yang pushed the door open fully and stepped inside.
"Aha!" Yang grinned in triumph, noting two meticulously folded grey and green knit blankets at the foot of the bed. Striding over, she snatched them up, tucking them under her arm. With her thoughts turning to Blake, she spun on her heel, intent on leaving without messing anything up.
However, something caught her attention from the corner of her eye, and she moved toward the bedside table to inspect it. The wooden floor creaked gently underfoot as she slowly trod toward it, and when she reached out to pick up the small item, she realized what it was.
A portrait of a girl - no, a woman, Yang realized- with long, immaculate white hair. Her skin was flawless, the only roughness in the brush strokes themselves. Her eyes seemed an unnatural blue, staring straight ahead with a determined, yet refined look upon her face. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap, and she wore a shimmering dress of the whitest fabric.
In short, she was gorgeous, and Yang knew that the painted portrait probably didn't do her justice.
"So this is the fabled Weiss." Yang breathed quietly. Intently she studied the picture for a moment more, taking in every detail about the girl that Blake was so taken with.
Realistically, it wasn't hard to see why.
"Oh! Blake!" Lilac eyes widened as she remembered the small, shivering form of her new acquaintance, and Yang set the portrait down carefully before dashing back to the living room, her new found blankets in tow.
"Don't worry Blake, I've got just the thing for ya." Yang muttered. Dropping one blanket on the floor, she unfolded the first one, flicking it out to remove any folds or creases before gently draping it over Blake's curled up body. Taking care to tuck it in on both sides, Yang bent over to grab the other. Repeating the motion, Yang made sure the blankets were securely tucked around Blake's feet before stepping back to admire her handiwork.
Although, now that she knew where the bedroom was, it seemed kind of pointless to leave her on the couch...
Biting her lip, Yang hesitated a moment before stepping closer, bending over and reaching out-
No. Yang paused again, before stepping back and straightening up. It would be doubly foolish to risk waking her by trying to move her.
Nodding to herself and satisfied she had taken the correct course of action, Yang was about to sit on the edge of the couch and relax for a moment when a particular thought struck her.
"Her books!" Yang straightened up, reaching up to scratch the tip of her nose. Blake had left her books at the clinic, on the bedside table. She had mentioned wanting to return them soon.
Sparing a single glance down at the sleeping girl, Yang smiled at the sight of her now peaceful expression, devoid of rage or pain.
"I won't be long, Blake. Sleep well." Yang spoke gently, moving back toward the front door. The key was still stuck in the lock she noted, which was rather convenient as she closed the door behind her. Ensuring the door was securely locked, she slipped the key into her pocket and turned to face the setting sun.
She'd been spending all week trying to rationalize all the work she had been putting into helping this poor stranger, and come up blank. Now, as she began walking back toward the hospital, she still didn't have an answer, but found that she also really didn't mind.
It wasn't like she had anything better to do.
Her mind awoke quickly, snapping into consciousness and demanding to be set free. Her body, however, was a bit slower. She was warm, that much she could tell, and not at all uncomfortable. Her stomach hurt, a constant pain that seemed to be a leading theme in her life as of late.
Her ears twitched underneath her hair as the sound of muted taps and rattles reached her, and confusion rapidly set in. She tried to identify the noise, but nothing about her surroundings made any sense. Impatiently, she tried to wade through the murky fog that was impeding her senses.
She was wrapped in a blanket, and at some point it had gotten over her face. With as little movement as strictly necessary, Blake reached up to pull it off her face. Doing so revealed very little light aside from the ambient lighting from the moon that shone in through her window, and she realized with a start that she was in her living room.
Her mind tried to play catch up with the information her muddied senses were feeding her, and she tentatively sniffed the air.
She could smell the familiar scent of her home, but much more powerfully, she could smell food.
Her stomach rumbled painfully at the thought, but a different kind of pain than the one she was used to.
So she was home.
Turning that thought over in her mind, she inspected it carefully. How did she get here?
Sifting through her memories, she looked back at what she remembered. Leaving the hospital. Yang annoying her to no end with her attitude. Her breakdown, thoughts of Weiss filling her thoughts.
Her heart grew heavy at the thought of Weiss, and she pushed those thoughts aside for fear of becoming too demoralized to do anything about it.
What else did she remember?
Yang holding her tightly. Stroking her head.
Blake slowly sat up, one hand automatically finding her stomach where soft bandages still clung to her healing wound.
Being mentally and physically exhausted. Too exhausted to protest when Yang carefully scooped her up in strong, capable arms, pulling her close to her chest and insisting that she shut up and relax.
Blake had pulled her key from her pocket at Yang's insistence, giving to the blonde before closing her eyes as wave after wave of exhaustion stole over her.
Then, nothing.
Waking up here.
Blake inhaled deeply, tilting her head back as she yawned. Fighting off tears from the corners of her eyes, she shook her head as she pushed herself to her feet.
Wavering unsteadily for a moment, she fought off a wave of lightheadedness. When it passed a moment later she made her way toward the kitchen on silent feet. Following her nose and her ears, she stopped at the doorway to lean against it for a moment. Peering into the kitchen, her eyebrows rose curiously at the sight she saw.
Yang, with her back to Blake, was moving around the small kitchen with a dainty fluidity that belied her tall stature. On the small kitchen table sat two plates, and a pile of hot food in various pots and trays clumped together in the middle of the table.
A quick sniff of the air told Blake everything she wanted to know about what food was on the table before she could even look at it, so she settled for looking at Yang.
The girl had her long blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail, and had obviously scrounged up one of Blake's old aprons. The apron was a tad - okay, a lot, Blake realized, as Yang half turned to present Blake with a glimpse of her profile - small, the fabric straining to envelop Yang's large chest.
A small flare of annoyance at how quickly Yang had appropriated her things was swiftly smothered by a genuine appreciation for the caring girl, and Blake felt her eyelids drooping as she relaxed against the door frame, watching the girl bustle around the kitchen.
She had almost drifted off into a stupor when Yang finally noticed her, her initial surprise fading quickly into a happy grin.
"Blake! I'm glad you're awake and moving around on your own. How are you feeling?"
Jolting back into alertness at the sound of her voice, Blake shrugged as she looked away from Yang. She tried to appear as if she hadn't been staring, but she knew she'd been caught.
"I feel a little better." She allowed, carefully choosing her words.
Yang smiled as she dropped a few dirty dishes into Blake's sink.
"I'm glad. I hope you don't mind me taking a few liberties with your kitchen; I figured you'd be hungry when you woke up and too weak to cook anything meaningful."
Blake shrugged, the very picture of indifference. Opening her mouth to reply, she was cut off as a loud gurgle permeated the air.
Yang giggled quietly, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
"I... er- I might be a bit hungry."
Yang gestured to the table.
"Please, help yourself. It's all ready, I was just cleaning up. I was hoping you'd wake up on your own, I really didn't want to disturb you."
Blake cautiously moved over toward the table, eyes falling to the assortment of food for the first time as she really took it all in.
It was immediately obvious that Yang had been to the market. She didn't have a single one of these things in her house, so none of it had been prepared using food she'd already had.
Blake examined a few slices of fresh bread sitting next to a delicious looking plate of fish. A bowl of steaming hot mashed potatoes sat behind the fish, and that was enough to make Blake's mouth water painfully.
Even the bowl of mixed vegetables, which she wasn't really too fond of, seemed more appealing than usual.
"I don't really know what you like, to be honest, so I grabbed a bit of everything. Those vegetables are the only thing in season right now, so they're the best I could do, I'm afraid."
Blake raised an eyebrow in surprise, tearing her gaze away from the food to study Yang.
"It all looks delicious. But, uh... I didn't have any of this. Where... ?"
Sensing the question Blake was trying to ask, Yang discarded the dish towel, trading it for a pitcher of water. Moving toward the table, she set it down carefully before pulling out her seat.
"I had to go shopping anyway, to replace some stuff I lost, so it's not a big deal." Yang waved her off.
Something about the way she said that triggered a recent memory in Blake's mind, and as she turned to Yang to question her about it, she noticed the girl stiffen up, as if she had just realized what she had said.
"Stuff you lost?" Blake asked carefully. "Does that have anything to do with that thing you said you were searching for all week, but wouldn't tell me what it was?"
Yang shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing side to side as she looked for something to distract herself with. An idea seemed to form in her mind, and she grabbed a wooden spoon. Leaning forward, she jammed it into the bowl of potatoes, scooping up a large portion and popping it into her mouth.
"Sowwy Blake, I dunno what you- " Lilac eyes widened in pain, and suddenly Yang was fanning at her mouth.
"Ahh! AHH! HOT!"
Blake stared dumbfounded as Yang realized she had just shoved a spoonful of very hot mashed potatoes into her mouth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she looked around for something to quench the heat.
Blake sighed tiredly, reaching up to rub at her face.
"The water is right in front of you, Yang." Blake said softly. Yang stopped flailing, reaching out for the pitcher of water and picking it up. Raising it to her lips, she took big gulps, only stopping when a coughing fit overcame her, forcing her to set the water pitcher down and push it away.
Taking a moment to collect herself, Yang wiped at her mouth before clearing her throat. Wiping the unshed tears from her eyes, Yang carefully composed herself before looking at Blake.
Blake stared back wordlessly, unsure what to make of the girl sitting across from her.
"Careful with the potatoes." Yang finally spoke.
"They're hot?" Blake guessed.
Yang nodded slowly, licking her bottom lip.
"Very much so, yes."
Blake shook her head, picking up her plate and moving toward the piles of food in the middle of her table.
"So what was the thing you were looking for?" Blake tried again, a genuine curiosity overpowering the rational part of her that knew Yang was hesitant to discuss.
Yang shrugged.
"Nothing really, like I said. When I found you in the forest, I ditched my back pack to make it easier to treat you. When it became apparent that you needed immediate medical attention, I took off with you. Aaaand left my pack lying on the ground."
Blake's cheeks darkened with embarrassment. "Oh."
Yang nodded. "When I went back there the next day, it was gone. So I searched around town trying to find it or anyone who might know what happened to it. Someone pinched it, and got all my travelling gear and cooking supplies."
Blake stared at her food, unsure of what to say.
"I'm... sorry."
Yang glanced up at her, confusion turning to a half smile.
"Don't be. Joke's on them anyway. All my gear was starting to get pretty worn out, and they didn't get anything valuable. That stuff is pretty well hidden."
Blake raised an eyebrow, her curiosity aroused, before she caught the teasing tone in Yang's voice and decided that it would be better if she didn't know.
So she didn't ask.
As the moon rose high into the sky outside, Blake found herself enjoying her supper, and enjoying the company of the blonde along with it.