let me go
The wound begins to properly knit. Medics arrive, administering a shot to kick-start his Aura fully.
Clover shall be fine. Qrow can breathe easy.
The criminals are rounded up. Before he knows it, Clover has begun the report on his Scroll. Qrow sighs, watching him type away with fond exasperation. "You know you can wait a bit, right?" he murmurs, pushing Clover's Scroll down. "You haven't healed up fully yet."
To his horror, Clover grabs one of his hands, kissing the back of his fingers. "I'm trying to save time. Not enough to spend with you, remember?" He winks. "I didn't realize I needed to be so forward, but hey, I don't mind."
Never before has Qrow wanted to fly away so badly out of pure embarrassment.
