There was a moment where Jeanne wished that it didn't happen so soon. Was her hair okay? What was she going to say? How was she going to say it? She couldn't just barge in and introduce herself to them, could she? This team JNPR wouldn't know of her at all. Only if Rider had told them about it would they know. Even then, they would only think of her as one of the many, many Heroic Spirits that could have summoned.

Their faces definitely said it. Not one of them recognized her in that familiar manner. They all had expressions of curiosity and awe the moment Rider identified her on sight. But it was Rider, most of all, that took her attention.

Dressed in rusted armor in serious need of upkeep, the only thing remotely clean about Rider was that he was clean-shaven. His hair was long, tied to a pony—warrior's wolf tail. A rugged warrior with a handsome face that Jeanne was sure had to have come from Lewis' fairytale. The red ribbon had to have come from Pyrrha. Did Pyrrha ever notice that?

Neither Arc could hold themselves back. The two held one another in tight embrace. For Rider, he had to bend down a little. He had grown so tall.

"Sorry, I'm late," Jeanne said. "Got caught up with a few things." Her eyes turned to Yang. "Wanted to welcome you back properly and all."

"It's alright," Rider replied. "We've been going all over the place."

"I'd love to hear it."

"Only if I hear yours, too."

Saber coughed loudly, interrupting their moment. "While I would love for this day to be filled with many reunions, I would especially appreciate it, miss d'Arc, if you could already show us what it is that we have against the god of light."

Jeanne coughed, a little red. Rider was too. There was a moment when Pyrrha looked to her suspiciously. Nora was observing and Jeanne heard her whisper, "brocon? Siscon?"

"Nora, no," Ren immediately responded. He was observing her too. But there was less suspicion there and more curiosity.

Rather than let it linger, Jeanne opened the container, revealing Harpe to them all. "A means to kill an immortal. One cut from this doesn't kill them per say, only that they wouldn't be healing from the wounds any time soon."

"The cuts made from this ignore any regenerative properties of the immortal," Saber added. "They could only recover the old-fashioned way if they wish."

Headmaster Ozpin traced the weapon with his own fingers. He reeled back when he felt a cut. But that wound healed with aura.

"We are always mortal, Master," Saber said. "With or without it, we will perish. Aura may heal those wounds but we know Salem to not have one."

Headmaster Ozpin sighed. "I know. I suppose immortality for this weapon are those who live their eternal life, not so much for those returning to life."

Jeanne caught Rider staring down Saber and Ozpin. With Harpe around, Ozpin could pursue an end to his own immortality, by winning the Grail War.

Saber caught it as well. "I look forward to exchanging blades with you one day, Rider."

"I don't intend to make it easy, Saber," Rider said.

"Neither do I," Lancer added. "None of you are leaving me out of this."

Rider and Lancer's respective Master looked to the headmaster and each other. The headmaster didn't look to them; his focus was on Harpe. He didn't raise his head to meet them. He traced the back of his hand.

Then, Ozpin said: "come. Let us meet with Archer and Watts."

The sight of all of them as group was unsurprising. Old classmates greeted Ruby and the rest of team JNPR but Rider kept himself out of sight. Jaune was known here in Beacon and they were not about to answer any questions as to how he came back from the dead.

But for Jeanne, her focus was on her old team, JNPR. In her time, they went on as JJNPR. Pronounced the same, they couldn't come up with any better name no matter how many years had passed in her time.

It was Pyrrha that made the first move. "So, uh," she said. "You're… Jeanne d'Arc? One of Jaune's sisters?"

Jeanne shook her head. "Not in the same way. He had seven sisters. I'm an eighth."

"How does that work?"

It took a lot of explanation. From her being her Jaune's semblance, to her becoming the fifth Maiden, to how timelines could be. What ifs and alternate scenarios that made things possible. Remnant was a strange place. Everything was kind of new, unstable and chaotic, Remnant was a place of wonder and possibilities for many Heroic Spirits.

At least Nora was invested. "We got a fifth member!" She pulled Ren to her side. "Welcome to team JNPR, Jeanne!"

Jeanne could always count on Nora for these things. Nora already welcomed her in a tight group hug as though she were family since the beginning. If only Rider could be out there with them but they were still out there in public.

In front of them was an awkward, currently three-member team, RWBY plus Lancer. Jeanne noticed Yang first who, while happy to be with her little sister again, wasn't as conversational as she used to. Time apart does that to people. Yang had been accustomed to team CRBY that she had to readjust herself back into team RWBY. Even then, team RWBY was incomplete without Blake.

For Weiss, her time in Atlas had made her more like a soldier. Jeanne recognized those steps that she's making. The rhythm and with those arms behind her back, Weiss wasn't aware she was moving like a soldier at all.

Ruby was just happy enough to get them back. They may have had their awkward moments but in time, there was certainty that they could have something again. Become a proper team again. Jeanne could only wish them the best and hope alongside Ruby that they would be a team again.

At the head of the pack was Ozpin, Saber, and Astolfo. Astolfo never once let go of his bounce as he balanced on whatever thin enough platform allowed. If that wasn't the case, he was skipping as though he were playing hopscotch with the streets, imagining the chalk lines as he saw fit.

Ruby, Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora took the sights of a rebuilding Vale with hope. There was determination in those eyes of theirs as well. Vale was going to become a battlefield for the Grail War. They would have to be ready.

Everyone stopped at the familiar looking building that was Watts and Archer's residence. Jeanne had never been here herself but she had passed by it many times already.

Headmaster Ozpin didn't even need to knock on the door and everyone was greeted by Raven. Yang had been surprised.

"Mom?" Yang demanded. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh finally." Raven didn't even grace Yang with an answer. "You people arrived. I can finally leave!"

Archer pulled Raven by the collar. "Not without at least delivering miss d'Arc's package, my dear. Harpe stays but the other one needs to be delivered."

Raven had her hand out. Jeanne gave the case. "Can I go now?"

"So pesky today."

"I'm on duty, Archer," Raven replied. There was a strange annoyance behind it. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but I have a job that I'd rather get back to!"

It was Yang and Jeanne that shared surprised looks.

Archer took the case, ignoring Raven's complaints. "Excellent," he said. "Both are here as expected."

The hidden compartment revealed another item, concealed from the rest.

"Now," Archer said. "Take this to Atlas, then you may return to Mistral. Unless doctor Jekyll has any tasks for you, of course."

Raven swiped the item with a bandit's ease. Archer showed anger at the ungentle way Raven held it. A portal opened and Raven was gone.

Archer sighed and shook his head. He turned to address them. "Welcome fellow Servants, Masters, friends, and Companions. Come in! I ask for your patience with that display earlier but you know how businesses like ours could be."

Jeanne, Ozpin, and Saber had suspicious looks throwing towards Archer. Even Yang was ready to pounce should it turn violent. No one else had the same reaction. Rider materialized before them, in his rusted armor. Rider and Lancer were indifferent towards Archer, they were temporary allies and guaranteed enemies later.

They were led to the biggest rooms in that apartment. With all of them there, the space was a little small, just enough to give them their spaces but certainly not enough comfort for those who really enjoy their personal space.

The living sat wherever they could. The Servants stood to the side. Watts was at the head of the table. With him were newspapers and an emptied mug that whiffed of tea. There was a plate that only had the crumbled remains of whatever biscuit Watts had eaten.

"So we finally meet," Watts said. "Pyrrha Nikos, Master of Rider, and Ruby Rose, Master of Lancer. I am—"

"Doctor Arthur Watts," Rider completed. "The brains behind the virus of the CCT, the intelligence behind Salem's infiltrations, one of Atlas' greatest mind, second only to one Pietro Polendina."

Watts didn't seem to be that bothered. "Also presumed dead for the most part. Though I would be coming back from the grave soon enough, something that you Servants are clearly accustomed to."

Pyrrha, Ruby, and Ozpin were offered seats at the table. Their team members and Servants stood behind them with Astolfo choosing to be behind Ozpin. Jeanne found her place next to Rider, behind Pyrrha, after she put down Harpe.

"A remnant," Watts said. He couldn't help himself but chuckle. "Of the last Grail War. A weapon for brutes, I would normally say. I would rather favor the other thing you had brought with you miss d'Arc. But circumstances required that it be brought elsewhere."

"The Golden Record," Jeanne said. "What do you intend to do with it?"

"Why play it of course!" Archer answered for his Master. "Is that not the point of the Golden Record? To tell Earth's story to our friends in outer space! Imagine that! How far into Earth's future we have come. What has happened back home? Is it still safe? Perhaps they have already found means of travelling space just as they have the seas? Or perhaps they have doomed themselves and our place could only ever be here in Remnant."

"That's impossible," Jeanne replied. "We're all here, aren't we?"

"Yes, yes we are." Archer nodded sagely. "But for most of us, we are here because we've been here before." He gestured to Jeanne and Astolfo. "One is a semblance to the living counterpart of the Servant of this Grail War. The other is a professor of…" Archer sighed. "Masculinity and manliness."

Astolfo giggled. "Yeah, I am."

"And the rest of us?" Archer continued. "We are put here, either courtesy of the Golden Record as the record of all of us or due to our connection to our Masters." A hand was placed on Watts' shoulders.

Everyone there remained quiet.

"Many millennia must have passed," Archer kept going. "All sorts of things could have happened on our dear Pale Blue Dot, no?"

Rider drew his blade. "I care not." Fairytale Knight was kicking in. "I will not entertain such horrid thoughts. It is poison for the mind."

"Oh indeed it is, Rider." Archer showed no fear. Jeanne wasn't the only one scanning the room. "It is why we intend to win. We wish to find the answer to that question ourselves."

"You should be thankful," Watts added. "Here we are undertaking the laborious task connecting ourselves to that planet, all the while doing our utmost best to keep ourselves within the good graces of your enemies, gathering information that you would no doubt find useful."

Broken sword sheathed, Rider apologized for the outburst. Jeanne placed a hand on his shoulder pad.

"We have Harpe now, Watts," Ozpin demanded. His cane was on the table. "And the god of light is heading here to Vale. What master plan do you and Archer have in mind."

"For Harpe?" Watts chuckled to himself. "None. We will draw him to Atlas with the Golden Record. We could use it afterwards."

"Then what was the point of me getting this?" Jeanne asked.

"Simple," Archer answered. "This one is for Salem. Milady only craves death and the end. What kind of gracious peons would we be if we do not do as she wishes?"

"You wish to get rid of her in this Grail War," Saber said. "And with us gathered here right now…"

"You're hoping that we'll kick the bucket too," Lancer completed. "Your alliance with the League only goes as far as the god of light lives."

Archer and Watts only smiled knowingly. Watts said, "it would be quite the shame to see you all perish before that glorious day. But you know how it is. I'll see if I could put all of you in the acknowledgements page or something."

Three weapons were drawn. Saber, Rider, and Lancer deathly stared down a nonchalant Archer. Even Jeanne followed suit as her eyes burned though her hands remained weapon-free.

"Do try not to lower the room temperature too much, miss d'Arc," said Archer. "It gets quite chilly this time of year. Besides, you know just as well as I do that the god of light takes priority."

"And you made sure that only you could take him out," Jeanne said. "Those towers are a barrel. You intend to use your Noble Phantasm on the god of light."

"Imagine the beauty of that?" Watts asked. "God dead, shot down by man."

"You know I have a little Divinity as the Infinite Man, correct?" Saber said. "By extension, my Master is a god of sorts himself."

"Yes." Watts nodded. "You and Salem both. Three gods, all of them shot down like they were mugged in some alleyway. There's delicious irony in that."

"When the man in the sky is gone," Lancer promised. "I'm looking for you first."

"Race you to him," Rider added.

"I have more lives than you have bullets, Archer," Saber declared.

"Ah," Archer replied. "But that is for another time, no? We still have the case with Salem and the others. Miss d'Arc? What of Vacuo?"

"There's hardly worth anything to say," she said. "I hadn't stayed nor did I even make to Vacuo."

"Shame." Archer shook his head. "Such a shame. We could use the numbers or at least the Maiden."

"Starr has to prioritize Vacuo should Salem come for them. Had you told me, I would have at least tried to convince her to come with."

"Yes, I suppose that is something that we should have done." Archer didn't look that bothered. "Oh well, nothing can be done about that. Best we move on."

"Uh, mister Archer, sir?" Ruby raised a hand. While everyone else had their suspicions and building frustrations, only Ruby was keeping on track and maintained as much innocence in that room as she could. "Couldn't we just use Harpe on both?"

"Excellent question, miss Rose," Archer said. "Extra points. Under normal circumstances that is true. But I can assure you both that Caster would not be quite the fan."

"More than that." Rider shook his head. "Caster would make himself the biggest threat. He would keep Harpe's properties a secret. But if the god of light is wounded with it, Caster will take drastic measures."

"Once Salem has been dealt with, we can then proceed with the god of light." Archer clasped his own hands.

Archer moved to another room and came back with a map. There were markers and drawing all over. It was a map of Vale.

Turns out, much of the rebuilding process already served their purpose of strengthening Vale. All around, Vale's walls and borders were stronger and tighter. With huntsmen and huntresses returning to the field, they were as prepared as they could possibly muster.

"However," Watts cautioned them all. "Our numbers alone, even with Servants, isn't going to be enough."

"Salem would have her own army," Archer added. "And the god of light has already rained down his pieces."

Those toys and chess pieces were clear enough of that. Grimm and toys would be fighting each other and that was advantage that they could use.

"That's not even counting the Cthnonians of Caster," Watts continued. "Salem has the magical energy to keep him supplied and we have yet to hear anything from our other Companion Servants."

"Other Companion Servants?" Jeanne asked.

"You weren't here when Menagerie's refugees first landed," Saber replied. "Caster had taken souls from Menagerie. Charles Henri-Sanson was the Companion Servant there and fell, defending those refugees you see at our shores. From the information we obtained from the refugees, there was another Companion was among them, one not allied with us." Saber's eyes met Rider's. "Curious Cat."

"Damn it," Rider cursed. "The gang's all here."

Jeanne felt her pocket. She remembered that package that was meant specifically for Ever After's Companion. Curious Cat must have been the Ever After's.

"For all intents and purposes," said Watts. His elbows were on the table. "It is best that we assume dear Sanson has perished."

"No." Rider shook his head. "If I know that Cat, Sanson is still around."

"Possession?" Archer asked.

Rider nodded. He was looking for someone in the room. He stared at one empty corner in the room. Everyone soon heard the sound of glass breaking. In that corner of the room, there was Neopolitan, surprising every huntsmen and huntress in that room. Yang looked like she was ready for a fight.

"Spoilers," Rider said. "Where I came from, Neo was that possession."

Jeanne caught Neo's eyes narrowing. Rider ignored her; he didn't even look at her direction.

"Now that Cat is a Servant," Rider added.

"It isn't out of the ordinary that they would possess a Servant," Archer interrupted. "Provided that they are able to fulfill certain conditions, of course."

"A Servant needs to be broken down mentally for that."

"Menagerie," Jeanne said. "You said that Sanson was Menagerie's Companion."

Watts nodded solemnly. "I knew of the man only from secondhand accounts. Monsieur Sanson took his duties well and was welcomed in Menagerie."

Jeanne saw Ruby mumbling to herself. She managed to catch a "Blake" somewhere in there. Rider and Jeanne's eyes met, they nodded to one another. Looks like it will be a team effort. Yang looked dreadful of it but she took a deep breath, for Ruby.

"And our place would be what exactly?" Weiss asked.

"Well, I'll have to defer to your headmaster," Watts said. "He is, after all, going to be responsible for every huntsmen and huntress once the fighting starts, no?" He then turned to Ozpin. "Your majesty?"

Ozpin's eyes were hidden behind those small spectacles of his. "I do not trust you in the slightest, Watts."

"You can trust me that I would work for my self-interests," Watts replied. "And having you all between them and me is definitely among my self-interests."

"But people could die!" Ruby insisted.

"More people would die if Archer fails to play his part," Watts said. "Now is that a sacrifice you are willing to make? Given the stakes, putting one's eggs in one basket is a foolish notion."

"Now hold on there," Weiss said, putting her hand on the table between Ruby and Watts. "That is too much to ask of anyone there."

"Yes, yes it is." Watts nodded. "But that is still a decision that miss Rose and, by extension, miss Nikos would have to make soon." He eyed Pyrrha. "Though, I suspect that miss Nikos is already quite familiar with such decisions, no?"

Rider placed a hand on Pyrrha's shoulder. His hand was on the grip of his sword Jeanne did the same, banner ready. Ren and Nora put one hand each between Watts and Pyrrha, making a cross, their hands on their weapons.

"Or the headmaster?" Watts turned to Ozpin. "Even without Salem, these are decisions you always have to make when sending them out on the field, no?"

The headmaster sighed. The burden of leadership and decision always weighing him down. Saber placed a hand on Ozpin's shoulder; it was less protection and more comfort and reassurance. Astolfo did the same and even gave a toothy grin and a thumbs up.

Weiss, Yang, and Lancer stared Archer and Watts down. Their decision to stand by Ruby didn't need to be said.

"Well," Watts said. "At least we've come to… some kind of understanding. Why don't we move to more pleasant topics?"

By pleasant, Watts must have meant dull. Things went towards the rebuilding process in Vale, Pyrrha's adventure in Mistral and even Atlas. The information on Assassin's death and whatever info Ozpin received in regards to Menagerie's refugees. Archer himself had left them there as he was off to whatever consultation business he had with the League.

Astolfo was the first to leave, not wanting to be left behind by Port and being needed among the refugees. Lancer moved out next, staying close but out of sight. As for huntsmen and huntresses there, they were, all of them with their teams.

Rider and Jeanne were in a different room, more spacious than the one they had come from. They would give them their privacy but would rush in the moment they felt any sort of problem. Paper Pleasers appeared and began cleaning up the place.

"Reminds me of the Gems," Jeanne said. Rider looked at her with confusion. "Harpe was in the Ever After."

"You've been to the Ever After?"

"Went into a wardrobe." She nodded. "Met Lewis there too. He says hi."

"Wait, what?" Rider went out of his rusted armor and into a tunic of sorts. "What do you mean, you met Lewis? He came from before the Great War!"

"Well, he found his way back. And he doesn't look like he plans on leaving anytime soon either."

Rider and Jeanne took their seats on the couch. It was barely used.

"I have only just met Archer," Rider said. "And already I hate the man."

"You wouldn't be the first," Jeanne replied. "Archer is a criminal mastermind, after all."

"I've known of James Moriarty thanks to the Grail. But still, I didn't think he'd be that much. And I can't even do anything about it!"

"How's being a Servant?" Jeanne chose to move the topic elsewhere.

"Honestly? I'm not sure if I'm doing this right. I'm supposed to be the Rusted Knight. First huntsman and fairytale hero." Rider looked away, shaking his head.

Jeanne tilted her head. "But?"

Rider didn't look at her in the eye. "But I haven't exactly been doing a good job." He slid on the couch; his back was on the seat with his head laying against the back. "No wins under my belt. The most I got was a standstill against Berserker and even that was barely. All I could do was pilot an airship efficiently and take Hyde's attention."

He did a quick rundown of every fight he had ever been in. Rider gave praise for his opponents and pointed out every flaw he ever did. Every mistake and everything he could have done better.

Jeanne listened to it all. Servant or not, Rusted Knight or not, Jaune was still Jaune. Those insecurities and self-loathing was still there, be it in this time or her own.

Rider kept going. From his grievances with himself to the things that he kept hidden even from himself. Realizations were inbound as the more Rider shared, the more he realized something.

"It just…" Rider said. "It just feels like I could have done more, like really more. Yet, it's as though the only thing I've been good for is piloting and having an infinite supply of paper butlers and maids. Juniper does more than I do."

Rider slid more where only his head and neck remained on the couch. The rest was now trying to melt into the floor.

Jeanne chose to stay quiet. She had a good feeling that Rider had more to let out.

"I'm no conqueror," Rider said. "I'm no fleet-of-foot. I'm not even a proper huntsman. Sometimes, I wish the Rusted Knight really was separate from me, you know? I know there's no separating it. Template and all that, but it would have been nice if I, at least, had the confidence of the Rusted Knight. Lewis wrote me to be better than I really am."

With one final slide, Rider was now fully on the floor. Flipping himself over, the same could be said about his face. In this moment, Jeanne knew that he wasn't Rider. He was just Jaune, focused on trying to live up to expectations that he set for himself. Once as a child of a warrior family, another as a huntsman worthy of standing alongside his peers, yet another as the fairytale hero, and now as a Heroic Spirit to a Master he held in higher regard than anyone he ever knew.

Jeanne stood up from the couch and sat by Jaune. "It's hard, isn't it? Trying to live up to expectations and roles?"

"You've done the same, huh? Maiden of Orleans must have been a tough business."

"Not just that," Jeanne said. "I qualify as a Ruler, remember? My first time on Remnant was as one. There just wasn't any Grail War for me to oversee. As a Ruler, I'm not supposed to have any attachments or desires. I must be as impartial as I could. Doesn't mean I don't feel them myself."

Jeanne lifted Jaune's face so that his eyes would at least meet her own.

"You can't lie to yourself, Jaune," Jeanne said. "It is only going to make this difficult. Even in battle. Focusing too hard on being this Rusted Knight is only going to make the problem worse. Trying to live up to that ideal isn't going to turn out very well. Especially if that ideal exists because of you."

"Shouldn't that make it easier?"

"Has it been easier? You lose yourself to your skill, don't you? Imagine what would have happened if you fully lost yourself to that ideal. Pyrrha would have thought she had a Berserker half the time."

Rider got a little defensive. "Fairytale Knight does not equal Madness Enchantment."

"But you're chasing that ideal like one. Even now, from what you've told me, you're trying to be a proper Servant for Pyrrha. Being less Jaune Arc and more Lewis' Rusted Knight."

She placed a finger on his forehead.

"And it isn't even Lewis' Rusted Knight but what you think Lewis' Rusted Knight was like. The one you always pictured from when you were younger."

Rider put his face back on the floor. Jeanne wasn't letting him stay there for long. She dragged him back up, to his knees.

"Jaune," Jeanne said. "You're not going to go far because you keep holding yourself back. You want to think of Jaune Arc and Rusted Knight is separate, sure. But Rider is both at the end of the day."

Rider sighed. "Can't I really be either or?"

"You know of Vlad the Impaler?" Jeanne asked.

"The man behind Count Dracula?"

"Depending on which one you meet, you might not want to say that. That one example has the point. Sure, he could do well but he was also holding himself back. Certain realizations that one must embrace in order to truly excel as a warrior and fighter. The same applies to you, Jaune. Except Vlad holds back because he despises Dracula. You're doing it because you're ashamed of yourself of who you are."

"By the way, I'm Rider now. Just have to throw it out there."

"Jaune." Jeanne ignored it and adopted a different tone. One that he knew all too well; he wasn't the eldest, after all. "At least Vlad has the excuse of not playing too direct a role in Dracula. You, on the other hand, are pretty much responsible for the Rusted Knight. The impossible ideal you're trying to live up to wouldn't even exist had you not been around at all."

Jeanne made Rider stand back up. She put him back on the couch.

"Heroes and their pride." Jeanne shrugged and shook her head. "It takes a while for anything to sink in, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm pretty sure this isn't the first time you'd had this sort of conversation."

"Chiron told you, didn't he?"

"Nope." Jeanne shook her head. "You did, just now. You also fall into habits and routine a lot."

Rider looked down. "I didn't exactly think of the Ever After as a nice place when I didn't know any better."

"Ascension? The Ever After one, that is."

Rider nodded once. "Spent many days just trying to get through the Paper Pleasers' routine before I went out and search. If it wasn't for Juniper, I would have reached a point where I could barely get a few inches of land before having to go back."

Jeanne put herself next to Rider. One arm over his shoulder as she pulled him closer to her. Her head rested on his shoulder. "And much like that, you've been trying to become something that everyone else already sees in you. Stop me if Chiron already said this: you may not see it but—"

"The Throne does," Rider completed. "Yeah, he actually said something like that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been here in the first place."

"Glad to see that you remembered to pay attention in class." Pride painted Jeanne's face.

"I wasn't that bad in your time, was I?" Rider asked.

It was Jeanne's turn to look away. "I was brought there to help you become a better huntsman. I suppose I had to be a teacher sometimes."

Then, Lancer appeared before them. "Yo, Masters want us back."

Jeanne was the first to stand up. She offered her hand. "Well?"

Rider looked between her and the hand. He took the hand and was pulled up. "Yeah. Let's go." But before they went to the other room, Rider said to her: "thanks. Thanks for the talk."

"Always happy to listen, Rider." She remembered it this time.

"Actually," he replied. There was some hesitation there. Whatever that was, he had committed to his choice. "Unless we're like out there in public, in Vale anyway, you guys could just call me Jaune."

Jeanne smiled widely. She nodded once. "Of course, Jaune." She was sure that team JNPR would have loved that.

AN: You may be the Rusted Knight. You may be Rider. But at the end of the day, Jeanne is still your older sister Jauney-boy.