Chapter 4
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Qrow was stunned. Taken aback, but not in a bad way.
Not at all.
That lil'cracker, she's…she's actually smiling. He mused with overwhelming relief, a small tide of disbelief still following after. His bird form stationed atop of the window-sill. His blood-red eyes widened and focused.
Blinking, the image before him didn't disappear and he ascertained himself it was real.
Yang, she truly did crack a smile. Maybe even chuckle! Be that as it may though, he internally released a great breath he wasn't aware he was holding.
He was glad. So glad she seemed to do better. Regardless if it was only for a brief moment, and even if things would go south thereafter. To see her smile was, and will always be a precious sight to him. In the state that she was now, more so than ever before.
After all, even though he never admitted it aloud, Yang was a spark in his life he desperately needed. From how miserable and lonely he could be because of his semblance, just being near her could fill in the void in his heart. Her determination, youthful spirit and a great pool of energy was the best medicine to his misery. She was one of the very few who could genuinely brighten his day.
"…What happened, Yang?"
Hence, when he first met her after the fall of Beacon, it nearly destroyed him. Just a single glance was more than enough to realize he was staring at a completely different person.
Not even a shadow of what she used to be.
Right now though, there's at least some hope. He thought to himself, his wings started to flap and he ascended into the air.
Obviously, she was nowhere near alright, and he wasn't certain she'd ever be. However, he had a group of determined teenagers to look after, and it meant he didn't have any more time to spare here. Not only that, but he'd also try and believe the kid, who he only knew through the stories that Ruby told him, could do some miracles for her. If not, then at least make her smile every now and then like he did right now.
That would be plenty as well.