A/N: Sorry it's been so long, school's been killing my muse. Luckily, I'm on break right now, so I managed to get this chapter finished. Might be able to finish the next chapter as well before I go back to college.

Since it's been over a month since I last posted, I'm including a brief synopses of last chapter so that it's easier to get back into the story, skip down to the fist line break if you don't want to read that part.

Facing the Past

After awakening Blake's aura and almost dying, Ruby rose spent several days bedridden and recovering her strength. By Cinder's orders, Ruby was to stay in the penthouse until she recovered. Blake was also summarily banned from the premises until further notice.

A week or so later, Cinder brought another young girl home, Emerald. At first Emerald and Ruby were wary of each other, but after a sparring session they hit it off and decided to help each other out.

When Ruby was finally allowed to visit Tukson's book trade again, She and Blake discussed what happened to them during and after they melded their auras together. Both girls understand each other implicitly now, though there seem to be no other effects.

The White Fang is changing, Cinder is advancing her plans, and Professor Ozpin stumbled across Ruby Rose at Tukson's. He knows where Ruby is now, but will that be enough to reunite Qrow with his estranged niece?

"So Yang awakened her aura as well…"

Qrow nodded, kneading his forehead roughly. "Yes. But that isn't the problem."

"Oh?" Oz raised an eyebrow. Internally, he knew he should be telling Qrow about the information he'd gathered thus far about Ruby Rose, including her current closeness with one Blake Belladonna, but Qrow didn't look like he needed more things to deal with at the moment.

"The girl takes after her father too much." The man grumbled with a wry grin. "From what I can tell her semblance is damage absorption, with the added caveat that she hits hard the more damage she takes with a side of pyromania throwing in for kicks."

Ozpin chuckled. "Indeed. That sounds like Tai-yang to a T. But I'm guessing there are some added… complications?"

Children, Oz knew, almost never managed to activate their aura, saying nothing for how rare it was for a person to cause their own awakening even when they were an adult. That both Yang and Ruby had managed to do so would be remarkable and breathtaking in many ways, if only it didn't illustrate what trials both girls had suffered through.

Qrow shrugged, trying to play off his unease. "Her semblance is pretty straight forward." He said. "Except for one thing. It doesn't block pain."

Oz blinked. "Excuse me?"

"It doesn't block out the pain each blow would cause." Qrow repeated. "If Yang would take a hit, her aura blocks the damage entirely, except that she still feels every ounce of pain it would have caused if she'd taken the blow without any protection at all."

Ozpin took a moment to process that.

"Aura is a reflection of the soul." He said at last. "That Yang's aura protects her from harm and makes her stronger because of it speaks of her indomitable will. But she also bears the agony of each failure without relief…" He shrugged helplessly. "I think we both know where that aspect of her semblance arises from."

"Yes, but I'm asking you if there's anything to be done about it!" Qrow said. "She's my Oum-damned niece Oz! I can't just let this lie."

Ozpin nodded. "I'll see what information I can find for you." He said quietly. "Our knowledge of Aura, and even more so of Semblance, however, is incomplete."

"I just can't stand not knowing." Qrow replied.

There was a moment of silence, where both men were absorbed in their own thoughts.

The problem's surrounding Yang aside, Ozpin wondered if he should mention Ruby. It would be another burden on Qrow's already bent shoulders. Yet, if nothing else, it would also give both Yang and Qrow some piece of mind, knowing that Ruby was safe.

After a moment he decided that any word would be better than no word at all. If he had been in Qrow's position, he would have latched onto any information about his niece, just to have even a moment of closure.

"I'll do my best." He said at length. "It would be best to call Yang right now. I have some news about Ruby that both of you will want to hear."

Qrow stared at him.

Five minutes later Yang entered the room with hope in her eyes.

Before either of them could ask a question Ozpin began. "I dislike the phrase 'I have a good news and bad news'." He said. "But it applies here all the same. The good news is that Ruby Rose is alive and well." Oz held up his hand to forestall Yang's outburst. "The bad news is that she does not want to return home."

The silence was deafening. A moment more and Ozpin continued.

"I stumbled across her a month ago, almost entirely by accident. The reason I waited this long to inform the both of you was so I could gather more information about her circumstances." He gave them both a wan smile. "The worse news it that you have almost no hope of getting her back through legal means…

Ruby Rose has been adopted, and the arrangement is iron clad."

Qrow nodded once, after a moment of silence. "I have to see her." He said.

Ozpin sighed. "You'll have to wait a bit on that front."

Ruby sighed as she stepped out of the shower, running a towel over her lengthening hair. It wasn't quite long enough that she had to blow dry it yet, but it was getting there. She grabbed a comb off the counter, slowly running it through her damp locks as she moved into the living room.

Ruby liked how her hair ran red at the tips, brightening to a near crimson.

With a small smile she plopped down on the couch. Emerald was leaning on the counter in the kitchen, eating something after their latest training session.

Emerald had taken to cutting her teal hair short, even as Ruby (who'd managed to keep her hair in a manageable bob even when living on the streets) decided she wanted to grow hers out. At the very least she finally had time to take care of her curls, though precious little of it.

Ruby's days had become very busy recently. Not only did she have Cinder's lessons, but she also sparred with Emerald on a daily basis and took self-defense classes with Blake every other day.

Right now Ruby and Emerald had just finished their latest sparing session. Ruby was picking up all kinds of tricks, both from the faunus and from Emerald. Granted, her size prevented her from being very effect in a fist fight, but with a sprinkle of Aura she could still take down a grown man, especially if he wasn't expecting her to be so fast.

Ruby still giggled when she thought about the faunus instructor who told her to go all out.

"Finally done Red?" Emerald asked.

Ruby nodded sheepishly. "Yeah… hehe, all yours Emmy!" She had a habit of taking really long showers after practice. Back when she lived in the orphanage, the other kids always made Ruby shower last because she used up all the hot water.

Of course, that's back before the people running the orphanage changed. They made sure that all the girls, especially Ruby and Yang, were well groomed.

She shivered once before firmly pushing those memories from her mind as she plopped down on the couch. Kicking her legs, Ruby hummed tunelessly to herself as she continued brushing her hair.

In had been almost four months since the Dust Massacre, and a lot of things had changed since then.

The most important, for Ruby anyway, was that Cinder had started gearing Ruby's daily practices sessions more towards combat and aura training. That, coupled with the classes she took with the Faunus and her spars (read: street fights) with Emmy meant that she was turning into a skilled hand to hand fighter. She'd be terrifying once her body finally caught up.

The second thing that had changed was that Ruby had started calling Emerald 'Emmy'. Nothing the older girl did could convince her to quit it. Emerald had taken to calling Ruby 'Red' in the meantime, but Ruby really liked the nickname much to Emeralds disappointment.

All the same, the two girls had actually become good friends. Cinder found their antics highly amusing.

On a broader scale, the White Fang had changed as well. According to Blake, Arthur had instituted a new branch of the White Fang called the Iron Fur. They were the fanus community's own police force, charged with protecting both rallies and individuals from attack.

The government of Vale didn't like them much. Schnee Dust company outright hated them. But the organization was legal, just as much as Schnee hiring mercenaries had been, so neither group had a leg to stand on.

Finally finished with her hair, Ruby set the comb aside and stretched out on the couch. She had her self-defense courses with Blake earlier today. That, plus dust training (she could still really only use yellow) plus sparring with Emerald, left her wiped out.

She was almost finished with her next original weapon too… but she just didn't have the energy to get up and work on it.

Ruby's eyes started to drift shut 'curse you, impossibly comfy couch!' Ruby thought 'I will… not… fall to you… tricks' A massive yawn overtook her a moment later, only for the sound of the door to wake her back up again.

"Oh, what could this be?" A familiar voice asked. "My little jewel is tired?"

"Mmphgm…." Ruby eloquently replied.

She really shouldn't be tired so early… it was only eight in the evening after all. But weeks and weeks of sparing and training and studying had finally started to take their toll or Ruby Rose.

Cinder laughed quietly, settling on the couch next to Ruby. "Come here pet," She murmured, gesturing for Ruby to move a bit closer. With another adorable grumble, Ruby crawled over and Cinder gently pulled Ruby's head onto her lap.

Ruby blinked once in surprise as Cinder started to stroke her hair; this wasn't part of the normal routine. Then her eyes slid shut again, and she drifted away.

Cinder continued to gently run her fingers through Ruby's hair as the girl's breath took on the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. She smiled gently to herself, looking down at the cherubic little girl.

"What am I going to do with you?" She whispered to herself.

She was being surprisingly tender at the moment, not the least because Ruby had unseated so many of her long term plans in the last half a year.

The Militarization of the White Fang for one, which by all rights should have occurred in the wake of the Dust Massacre, seemed farther away than ever thanks to Ruby. Arthur had used Ruby's actions during the massacre to bring the suffering organization completely back under his sway, which put them firmly out of Cinder's ability to covertly influence.

On top of this setback, Ruby told her that she'd met Professor Ozpin when visiting Blake at Tukson's shop. That in and of itself would not have been a major problem, and indeed putting Ruby on Ozpin's radar could even be beneficial at a later date. But Ozpin had returned to the Book Trade multiple times after that, and always to check up on one Ruby Rose.

Oh he had excuses, either meeting Arthur there, or to pick up a new book, or to speak with Tukson, but Cinder knew it was all a pretense.

There was a very real threat of Ruby's family entering back into the picture, which promised all sorts of untold headaches.

If she had to expose her identity in order to remain in custody of Ruby so many plans would instantly fall apart. She should, by all rights, be furious.

Yet at the same time… Cinder couldn't bring herself to be angry, or even frustrated, with Ruby Rose. Because for every set back that Ruby's actions engendered, she had presented Cinder with an equal or even greater advantage.

But if Cinder was honest with herself, this was not the only reason why she was not angry at the moment.

A moment later Emerald walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel against her hair as she meandered into the living room.

She paused when she saw Ruby's head pillowed on Cinder's lap. Such shows of tenderness really weren't the norm.

"Come sit." Cinder said, patting the spot on her other side. "You look tired pet."

"…okay…" Emerald said. Resting the towel around her neck, Emerald eased down onto the couch. After a moment of tense silence she asked "Did you… uh, want anything ma'am."

Cinder laughed lightly. Even after several months in her care, Emerald still viewed her more as a supervisor than a parent. So different from how Ruby came to tenderness almost immediately after Cinder had found her.

"Nothing but your presence." Cinder replied. Stretching, she sank into the plush back of the couch even as one hand continued to play absently with Ruby's tresses.

With no permission to depart, and no polite way of asking for it, Emerald settled into a more comfortable position. Despite her best efforts she eventually drifted off leaning against Cinder's side.

Cinder smiled to herself, gazing off into the distance.

She thought of herself as a planner, a tactician whose mental acuity was only matched by her martial skill. Yet all the same she never thought the initial stages of her plans would turn out quite like this, with one girl sleeping on her lap and the other slumped against her arm.

Cinder had adopted Ruby on a whim, or rather, she had decided that Ruby was an asset worth developing. Emerald had simply been a continuation of the same line of thought. After all, why have one fanatically loyal child soldier when one could have two? Cinder was nothing if not an excellent judge of potential, and after seeing both girls in action for even a brief period she had determined that both would grow into fearsome warriors.

She just hadn't banked on coming to care about them on the way.

Where she once viewed both girls as pieces, much in the same way she viewed Roman's thugs or her own liquid assets, she now saw them as people. Or even, though she could scarcely bare to admit it to herself, as daughters.

She blamed Ruby for that.

The girl brightened a rooms and lifted spirits without even trying. Even Cinder, willing devoted to goal that would undoubtedly, and rightly at that, brand her as a terrorist a mass murder was not immune to Ruby's charms.

The girl made her feel warm in a way that had nothing to do with fire. Whenever Cinder was around the hyperactive child she would wonder, in a quiet corner of her mind, if this was what being a mother felt like.

Ruby murmured as Cinder toyed with a strand of her hair. Her silver eyes flickered open, glancing up at Cinder's face. With a small, contented smile, she snuggled closer to Cinder before letting her eyes drift shut once more.

It was trust, Cinder realized. Ruby trusted her completely, and that was something Cinder had never experience before.

Cinder was the child of a loveless marriage, the daughter of two people who did not deserve the title 'husband and wife', much less of 'parents'. Their passing affected her only inasmuch as she had to act distraught in order to allay the suspicion of the police and investigators looking into the circumstances of their deaths.

In truth she hadn't killed either of them, but only let that man and woman annihilate each other without interference.

There had been no trust in Cinder's house growing up, and that was where she learned to interact with people. Unsurprisingly, her contacts even now were an untrustworthy and shady bunch.

Roman Torchwick was only the type of a very, very, large iceberg.

And then, after Cinder had surrounded herself with thugs and backstabbers of every ilk, Ruby had waltzed into her life without so much as a by your leave.

With just a few well-placed gestures of affection Cinder had won Ruby's heart entirely, thinking herself a master manipulator and not knowing in the slightest what she was signing up for. At the end of the day, Cinder was the one who was wrapped helplessly around Ruby's little finger.

Ruby just… gave. She gave everything that was part of her. And yet somehow, in the process of giving, she didn't seem to lose anything at all.

Cinder, who grew up in a world where everything, even a smile, came with a hidden price, found herself defenseless against in the face of the most terrifying weapon she'd ever encountered: guileless devotion.

What was supposed to be a dependent relationship, maintained with honeyed words and calculated gestures of affection, had quickly matured into something deeper and, as far as Cinder was concerned, something completely unexpected.

She hadn't even realized how much she was starting to care about Ruby until the Dust Massacre.

When she first heard the news she was beside herself with fear for Ruby's safety. Her chest felt so hollow it was like her heart had been ripped out, that it was with Ruby, and only her return could assuage Cinder's fears.

When Ruby had returned safe and sound, Cinder had cried. It was only thanks to long years of training that she was even able to keep her emotions in check until the elevator doors closed shut behind Tukson. The relief that washed over her had been like a drug, and the next day Cinder found herself buying an expensive premium weapon design kit, where she had planned to let Ruby's first birthday go by giftless save for her presence.

She hadn't even questioned the oddity of her actions at the time, still riding the high that came with seeing Ruby safe each morning.

It had been another week before Cinder had realized just how deep Ruby had snuck her heart, just in time for her little girl to almost kill herself by awakening Blake's aura.

Cinder hadn't let on how close she'd come to murdering that impudent little faunus for endangering Ruby. The flames had been but a flick of her wrist away, but once more it was Ruby who stalled her.

Ruby, who would never want Cinder to kill someone for her sake, much less her best friend. So Cinder had stayed her hand.

By now? Ruby meant so much to Cinder that she doubted she could ever untangle her heart again, if she even wanted to. The warmth Ruby brought was something Cinder had never experienced before, and she was loath to let it go for anything.

All that remained was what this revelation meant for her plans.

With a sigh and a small smile, Cinder stroked Ruby's cheek. She draped one arm over Ruby's shoulders possessively, and then leaned back into the couch and shut her eyes.

Those problems could wait for another day.

Blake sat next to Ruby at the penthouse.

This was a recent development. Cinder had lifted the ban on Blake's presence just yesterday, with the caveat that Ruby could only invite Blake over if Emerald was out. Ruby didn't really get it. She thought it would be great if her two best friends could meet each other cause then they'd be friends too, but that was what Cinder wanted.

Ruby was happy enough that she could invite Blake over again as it was.

The two girls were in the sparring room, sitting face to face so close that their knees touched. Ruby's hands were folded over Blake's, fingers against palm.

They were both quiet, silent with the knowledge that they really should not be doing this, not in the slightest. But the need to know, and even more than that, to recapture the feeling of wholeness they'd found in that time, was too great to resist.

"Ready?" Ruby asked quietly. Blake nodded once, giving Ruby a small smile.

Both girls closed their eyes, focusing instead on that inner light, the fire of the soul.

A red glow manifested around Ruby, flicking tongues reminiscent of both a fire, and a cascade of rose petals in the breeze. It was gentle and warm and bright, filled with exuberance and joy of many full years to come.

Blake's aura swathed her in shadow. She was cloaked in muted greys and tarnished silvers like a personification of the night. The darkness seemed to shrink away from the light of the candle that sat between them, the aura of one who was used to hiding from oppression.

Opening her eyes, Ruby grinned at her friend. Blake's aura was just so pretty, sable, like the fur of a panther. She could feel it even now, licking at the tips of her fingers, familiar in its strangeness. Just by looking in Blake's eyes, she could tell that the other girl felt the same way.

Blake's aura did not belong to Ruby… but Ruby felt that, with a push, that same shadowy cloak could be lent. The same held true for her own aura. She couldn't give it away, no her aura was hers after all. But Blake was her dearest friend.

And some things could be shared between friends. It appeared that Aura was one such thing.

Ruby grinned wider, practically giddy with anticipation. "Let's do this!" She crowed.

Blake nodded once, a smirk upon her face. "Let's."

They both paused for a heartbeat, then pushed.

Ruby watched in fascination as Blake's inky black aura flowed up her arm, even as her own swath of rose petals gently, lovingly even, extended to cover Blake's wrist.

The first time they'd done this had been hectic, a frantic attempt to save a life. But this time, the aurameld (as the girls had started calling it) was completely under control.

It felt like a hot shower after a day out in the cold, or maybe like a gust of cool air on a scalding summer day.

It felt like a warm hug from a beloved friend.

Granted, both girls were too young to fully comprehend the feeling, as red mixed with black mixed with red. All they knew was that it felt like something they'd rarely known: Contentment, acceptance, joy.

"Wow" Ruby breathed, as the exchange grew to a close. Both girls were now surrounded in a mirage of crimson shadows. One aura covering both of them, instead of two.

Unity.

"Prrrrrr." Black was purring. Ruby couldn't believe it. The cat faunus shook herself out of the daze a moment later. She coughed, "Ah… sorry."

Ruby giggled. "Don't stop because of little old me."

Blake smiled, rolling her eyes. "You're incorrigible."

"Yep." Ruby replied. "I really am aren't I!" For some reason, Blake wasn't surprised in the slightest that Ruby understood her. After all, she understood Ruby perfectly right now.

Blake grinned brightly, "Let's see what happens if we let go?" She asked.

"Oh oh! That's such a great idea!" Ruby replied, standing up. Blake rose as well.

"On three."

"One!"

"Two…"

"Three!"

Ruby and Blake stepped backwards, letting their arms fall. The red-black aura remained unchanged, as did their new found empathy.

It was interesting, Blake decided, and more than a little fun, to see things from Ruby's point of view. She couldn't tell what the younger girl was thinking, but she would guess it was something along the lines of "Ohmigodthisissocoolit'slikewe'rethesameperson!' or something like that.

Blake's own thoughts were considerably calmer, but she was really, really, excited all the same. It was hard to keep Ruby's bubbly nature from bubbling right over into her own emotions. And in all seriousness, what they had just done was really flipping cool.

Suddenly Ruby's eyes snapped back up. "Blake! Blakeblakeblakeblakeblake! Look what I can do!"

She ran forward, before jumping backwards, kicking off the back of the after image she left behind and landing in a flutter of rose petals.

Blake stared.

"It's your semblance!" Ruby crowed. "I can use your semblance! And I think you can use mine too! Ohimgodthisissocoolit'slikewe're-"

Blake giggled lightly. "Really? You're sure that's how it works?" She'd never even heard of two people even having the same semblance, much less sharing one between the two of them like it was a jacket or something. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

She took a breath, then paused. "Um, Ruby?" Blake asked. "How do you use your semblance? I've barely learned my own…"

She was just the tiniest bit jealous that Ruby had seemingly mastered her semblance while Blake herself was still trying to get a handle on it. Or rather, she would have been jealous, except she really couldn't be because she understood Ruby too well.

There was no malice in that casual display of skill, just enjoyment of a new trick. And now Ruby could help her get better control of her own semblance, which would be great considering Ruby really was a prodigy when it came to aura.

"Oh, um…" Ruby paused, resting her thumb against her chin. "How to put it. Ah!" Ruby grinned. "You just have to move." She said. "It's not about intent or visualizing or a specific type of movement. You just have to go fast!"

"So just… let it flow?"

"Yeah!"

Blake nodded once, shaking her arms out once. "Go fast…" She murmured. "Okay."

She dashed, kicking off the ground. Her first step was no quicker than any faunus could move, but her second step propelled her forward like a bullet, leaving a trail of shadows in her wake. It was only her incredible reflexes that stopped her from slamming face first into the far wall.

Instead she jumped, twisting in midair, and planed both feet on the wall, just as Ruby had done so many months ago when she first moved in with Cinder.

With a push, Blake kicked off the wall, tapping into Ruby's semblance once more, and skidded to a stop next to her younger friend.

Blake let out a sigh. "That was… an experience." She said.

"That was so cool Blake!" Ruby said. Then she gestured to Blake's aura, "But it looks like we're both out of juice now, so I guess it doesn't last very long…" She pouted.

Blake smiled lightly, "It's still amazing." She said. "One of the best feelings ever"

"Yep!" Ruby said. Yawning, she stretched her hands up over her head. "But I'm really tiiired… now." She said. "I think I'm gonna… go lie down on the couch."

"Mm." Blake nodded, "We barely did anything but I feel like I just spent the whole day sparing with Adam."

The two girls made their way back to the penthouse and curled up next to each other on the couch.

It was nice to spend some time like this, Blake decided. She had missed Ruby's presence a lot these past few days, and the Book store was far too quite without the little Red head in residence.

They talked about random things for a bit. Well, Ruby talked, and Blake added an occasional comment or insight to the mix.

Ruby had been working on the design of a new weapon which she showed to Blake on her tablet. "I think I like the longer weaons" She said. "Things like maces and axes don't really have enough reach. Plus I blades are just so much cooler!"

"So you're looking at a halberd now?" Blake asked, looking at the design.

"Yep!" Ruby said. "But I can't get it right… why is so hard to make something straight turn into a really cool gun?"

"Not enough space for all the parts Ruby?" Blake teased.

"Hmph." Ruby folded her arms and looked away petulantly. "Meanie! Maybe when I make you a weapon I'll make it all clunky and huge so that there's enough space for everything!"

Blake smirked. "Spare me the horror."

"You're laughing now, but just imagine how embarrassing it would be." Ruby shot back. "Everyone else has these sleek and elegant weapons and you're stuck with something that would look at home in a museum."

"Well I'd just have to use another weapon then wouldn't I?"

Ruby grinned. "But what if the one I made was just the best? What if it was better than all the other ones you could get? Would you still not use it just because of style?"

Blake blinked. "Oh. That would be mean…" She said. If Ruby's 'ugly' weapon was the best for her fighting style, looks or not, Blake would have to use it. She could never justify using an inferior weapon to herself because it was prettier.

And Ruby knew it.

"You wouldn't…" Blake paused. She sighed at Ruby's evil grin. "You would. You would put in extra work to make sure it was the very best, despite how terrible it would look."

"Yep!"

And Blake would use it, and become the laughing stock of whatever group she was a part of. It would be rather humiliating.

"Fine." She sighed. "You win."

Ruby grinned proudly, striking a pose. "Forsooth! I am victorious over the terrible forces of evil! Tales of my deeds will last throughout the-" Blake bopped her on the head "-Owie."

"That's quite enough of that." Blake said. "It's still really weird that you know all those words."

Ruby shrugged. "You know all the words I know."

"I do." Blake replied with a nod. "And I knew all of those words before we met as well."

"Awww." Ruby pouted. "That's not very nice."

Blake smirked.

"I need to head back to the book store soon." Blake said after a bit. "Tukson wants me to help him do inventory, since I'm the only one other than him who knows where all the books are."

"Okay!" Ruby chirped. "I'll let Cinder know, then I can come along and help."

Ruby pulled out her scroll and sent a short message. A minute or so later she smiled and slipped it back into her pocket. "Let's go!" She said, making her way to the door as she pulled on her red and gold jacket.

It was late morning, and the sun was just nearing its peak in the sky. The spring air was warm and clear.

Blake sighed contentedly as the sun washed over her, ears twitching once. The penthouse may have been warm, but there was something innately satisfying about warm sunlight against her skin. She stretched slightly, wondering if there was a convenient bench nearby that she could lie down on for a bit.

"Come on, kitty cat!" Ruby said with a giggle. She took hold of Blake's wrist and pulled her along.

"Spoilsport." Blake said with a smile.

Still, she really did have to get to the book store before noon. As much as Blake wanted to take a nap she knew there was a time and place for such things.

As Ruby and Blake neared the book trade, around fifteen minutes later, Blake heard the sound of voices from within. Several men, discussing something, though she couldn't make out the words.

She quirked an eyebrow, and was going to say something to Ruby, but the younger girl was already through the door with a loud "Tukson, me and Blake are here!"

Blake followed a step behind, "That's Blake and-" She caught sight of the two other men standing inside the book shop "-I?"

Ruby blinked once. "Uncle Qrow?"

"… Ruby…"

And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to follow/favorite/review!

A/N: Some people had mentioned that Cinder really wasn't showing much kindness, or they didn't really know what her relationship with Ruby was, so I decided to include this section from Cinder's point of view. It was a lot of fun to write, though it was so fluffy I nearly suffocated. Hope you all like.