At the end of the rather somber and informal meeting between Headmaster Ozpin and Professor Port, the elderly and distinguished gentleman stopped by the kitchens. With two "Glynda Specials" in hand, he made a return trip to her accommodations. Holding both of the large and lidded cups in one hand, he used his scroll to deactivate the lock, and allow himself inside.
Inside, he found the pair still deep in torpor, and unmoved from the positions he had left them in. Setting the containers down, he made a quick inspection of the abode, mainly do to him noticing the emergence of the pair's serpentine hair. The torpor had so fully taken the pair, that they no longer had the will or even the awareness that their disguises had failed.
Again, Peter knew the chance of the pair of being discovered, let alone attacked, while on beacon's grounds was pretty much non-existent... but better safe than sorry. Satisfied that everything was closed up and secure, he returned to the small kitchen bar like counter and picked up the drink containers. Placing one on the coffee table, he gently attempted to rouse Glynda enough to give her the specially devised supplement.
"What?" Glynda responded with a slurred voice.
"It's me, Peter. I've brought you something that'll help." he informed the still mostly uncomprehending woman, while push one of the containers into her free hand. "Drink."
"Huh?" Glynda responded. Peter was pretty sure, even if her eyes were hidden behind her visor, that they weren't even half open.
"Drink." Peter repeated. "I'll rouse Jaune."
Glynda weakly nodded, as she turned her fragmented attention to the cup in her hand. Seeing his friend taking a drink, Peter shifted his attention to her nephew. Slowly, gently and carefully he reached under the lad, and eased him up into a sitting position. Spending particular attention to not agitating the nest of golden vipers that made up his mane of hair.
Once that task was completed, he reached down to the coffee table and picked up the second canister. With a gentle shake, he did as he had with Glynda and roused the young man.
"Huh?" Jaune responded to the shaking with slurred words, just the same as his aunt had but a minute or so ago. "What?"
"Here, Jaune. I have something that will perk you up." Peter informed the young man as he pushed the remaining canister into his hands. "Drink up."
"Ah... ti...red..." Jaune mutter, his head lolling to the side.
"I know you are, but you need to try and drink."
With very slow movements, Jaune was barely able to take better control of his head, and limbs. Soon the lip of the canister touched his lips, and Peter saw the visible signs of his swallowing.
"Good man." Peter commented, as he stood and turned his attention back to Glynda. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired, but better." Glynda replied, her voice containing more strength than before.
"I would assume that's reasonable. You haven't used your gaze in a good ten years." Peter commented, "I'm surprised you didn't fall into torpor just as soon as Jaune did."
"He needed to be safe." Glynda responded, before taking another drink from her canister. Her wakefulness having definitely improved.
"I see." Peter replied as he continued to monitor the young man as he continued to drink from his canister.
"This seems a little more... potent than normal." Glynda commented before taking another sip from her own canister.
"I had them tweak the recipe, before bringing it to you."
"Tweak? How? Why?"
"What is this?" Jaune asked, interrupting before Peter could answer Glynda. "It's fantastic!"
"It's the Glynda Special." Peter informed the lad.
"Glynda Special?"
"It's a mixture of various animal bloods, and liquified meats." Glynda informed her nephew. "Our race, as you should know, used to be aggressive hunters, basically pure carnivores..."
"And this... mixture is supposed to emulate what we would be ingesting if we lived outside of society?" Jaune asked.
"Yes." Glynda replied, before turning her visored eyes upon Peter. "So, how did you... tweak my formula?"
"I had them infuse it with some human blood." Peter stated flatly.
"What!? From where? Whose?" Glynda snapped in fear and anger. "Do you know what this could do?"
"I am well aware, but you both needed the extra boost." Peter defended himself, "As for the who, and from where..."
Jaune who was now eyeing his canister with hesitancy, and Glynda who was still glaring at Peter from behind the safety of her visor, watched as he rolled up his sleeve, showing the small circular bandage on the inside of his elbow.
"It was from me, and before you attempt to chide me further, understand... you were both in full torpor. The lad due to never using that gaze before, and you..."
"What about..."
"For not continuing to ingest what your body requires."
"But..."
"Glynda, I was well-prepared for the minute chance that this would set you or Jaune off, but you have neglected your own health." Peter cut her off. "I know what you fear... I'm always on guard for it."
"And if we had..."
"I would have subdued you..."
"You mean kill..." Glynda hissed.
"No subdue." Peter reached into his pocket and produced a small cylindrical container. "Do you know what this is?"
"A gas grenade of some type?"
"Aye. It contains a powerful sedative that would affect you, the lad and myself with in seconds."
"And by the time its effects had ended, we would be out of the danger zone."
"Aye."
"But why… risk it?" Jaune asked, having remained silent during the exchange. "I mean..."
"I maybe a Slayer, but I'm also still your friend, Glynda, and hopefully someone you can ask assistance of, Jaune." Peter returned the grenade to his pocket. "I spent too many years destroying, over understanding. It was you who made me realize that, Glynda."
"You know my... objections to Ozpin first bringing you to Beacon. I made no secret of it, but..." Peter sighed and took a seat in the second armchair set across from the couch, "watching you do everything you could to aid and guide your students, and just generally getting to know you... showed me something."
"And that was?"
"There are... monsters like the grimm and the ferals... and then there are others... like you and the young lad." Peter cracked his neck. "Drink up Jaune. You need the energy it offers. Where was I?"
"The difference between monsters and others." Glynda informed her old friend as she returned to her own seat and took another sip from her own canister.
"Yes. Monsters want to cause death and destruction. The grimm it's their nature. The ferals, because they only care for survival." Peter closed his eyes and smiled while stroking his moustache. "Then there are the others, like you and Jaune... who want to belong, to live and share. You strive for a peaceful coexistence. Oft-times putting yourselves at a significant and often painful disadvantage."
Jaune and Glynda remained silent as they finished off their liquid meals.
"You, Glynda and Jaune, are Others. There is no malice. No ulterior motives. Just a desire to live a good and productive life, like humans and faunus... despite your nature." Peter stood up and groaned. "Well, I've taken enough of your time. Get some proper rest, you two."
With that, Peter Port left the apartment.