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Weiss was exhausted. There was no sugarcoating it. In fact, 'exhausted' might just be underselling it. Just a few seconds ago, she couldn't even stand properly without using Myrtenaster as a cane -a disgraceful misuse of her Rapier, but far preferable to laying on the ground. And just as exhausted is not enough to convey her current state, 'worried' or 'concerned' is far from sufficient to convey her feelings towards her partner's and Pyrrha's wellbeing. It has been over ten minutes- nine of which was spent fighting off Grimm until Ruby's deplorable uncle came and... saved her, she doesn't even have the energy to even try to save face and pretend otherwise- and she has yet to receive any sign that her friends are safe. No shouts, peeks over the edge of the tower- not that she would notice either from the bottom- A scroll call from any of them -uncle included, or the telltale rose petals of her partner's semblance. Simply put, Weiss is a sitting duck, as Ruby would no doubt put it. Helpless and unable to do anything other than wait for news that with each passing moment, Weiss is losing confidence in it being good news.
And that's when a bullhead passes overhead, stopping at the edge of the tower, shaking Weiss from those thoughts. A bullhead? Stopping at the tower? That's- that's not good. Qrow didn't say anything about calling a bullhead, which means that one of them is hurt! O-Or- Deep breaths Weiss. It could just be that her uncle called it in before he left, knowing that they would be too tired to walk back on their own, and just didn't say anything. Why would he? After all, Ruby was a more urgent matter, and if he neglected to tell Weiss in favor of getting to his niece faster, then it makes sense, and would, of course, be forgiven. Yes. that must be it! Weiss puffs up a bit with satisfaction as she has successfully convinced her anxiety to calm down. She doesn't want to walk back either, if she's being honest. She'll have to thank Mr. Branwen for calling it in. Despite his near-constant drunken state -at least according to testimony from the two teammates related to him, testimony that is easily backed up by what she's seen of him thus far- at the very least, he certainly does possess the insight and forethought of a competent huntsman.
They are taking an awful long time just to board the ship though. Kind of like they're having to carr- No. She will not hear any of those thoughts. Ruby and Pyrrha are fine! They, or more likely Ruby, is just taking an uncharacteristically long time to get on the bullhead. She's just very tired is all.
But with each passing second, it's getting harder and harder to keep those thoughts out of her head. It doesn't take a full minute for three people to board an airship, no matter how tired they are. So when the airship starts moving, Weiss forces away all feelings except relief that when it starts to head down towards her. A simple process; one she's quite familiar with. Oh right! There's an easy way to calm her nerves! Weiss pulls out her scroll and pulls up the aura values of her team. Blake and Yang are greyed out -but she already expected that, they... weren't in good shape when she saw them. But they're not who she wants to look at. At the top of the list is Ruby Rose. Her partner, and the one she's worried about. And her meter is also greyed out. I-it would definitely mean something if she hadn't remembered that... that they were relying on the now-defunct network to keep their scrolls linked! So now that Beacon Tower is no longer working, they'd have to sync their scrolls via a local network to see each other's aura levels. So it's fine. Ruby won't end up like her missing an arm like her sister, or stabbed through the gut like her partner. It won't be Weiss's fault for letting her go up there alone. And she won't be the only one in her team to get through this entirely unscathed! They were probably just talking up there, taking their sweet time, and making her wait and worry. She'll just give Ruby a good scolding later, she'll nervously laugh it off or sulk for a bit, and then everything will be back to normal- well normal-ish.
Everything's going to be just fine, she reassures herself as the bullhead touches down in front of her. The bay is opening. Any second now, Ruby is going to whiz past that door while it's only halfway open, scattering petals everywhere before squeezing her in an embrace. It's to be expected of course, that immature rascal has no respect for personal boundaries. Any moment now she's going to hear her shouting right into her ears about how she saved Pyrrha and start rambling about inane details like how she was so scared for Pyrrha's safety and how she's sorry about... leaving Weiss... behind?
She doesn't hear or see anything. No wind. No high-pitched voice, no red- no rose petals... no grounding familiarity in the shape of a red blur.
"R-Ruby?" Is- Is she really choosing NOW of all times to exercise restraint? The bullhead is almost fully open! She'd overlook her impatience this time, so just come rushing out already! She squeezes her eyes, shut head down. If she loses focus for even a moment, she'll stop feeling angry. And keeping her eyes off of the Bullhead's interior makes it a lot easier. Right now, she can't afford to let herself feel anything other than upset. "Ruby if you don't-" She begins shakily, before feeling a pair of hands. large hands not embracing her, but supporting her, keeping her upright, while taking Myrtenaster from her hands.
It's not Ruby, she realizes with a jolt, eyes snapping open. It's not Ruby. The hands are too big, and she would either be embracing her, or doing so whilst keeping her standing. And on top of that, she would never ever take someone's weapon without permission. Looking to her left, she sees a large woman she doesn't recognize, a faunus if the feathers on her shoulders and elbows are any indication. But her clothes don't look like an EMT's, so she's probably a huntress. Suddenly, she's very glad that this stranger is supporting her, because her legs are no longer solid all of a sudden. "W-wh- where's Ruby?" She asks. And honestly? She's not sure if she even wants to know the answer.
She braces herself when the faunus woman opens her mouth, only for her to be interrupted by a familiar voice
"She'll be just fine kiddo. No bumps or bruises, Just tuckered out is all."
Relief floods over her very being as her lips curl into a small smile. Ruby is just fine, no injuries. As selfish as it may be, Weiss can't help but feel the most relief over the fact she won't be the only one to walk out of this unscathed. She has no reason to feel like a failure. The feeling that she could have done more to help eases considerably.
But there's still one more person to worry about.
"And Pyrrha?"
The woman's breath catches. Qrow winced as he took a deep breath. You don't do that when giving good news! she feels the panic creeping back in, crawling up her legs, making them weak again. Qrow opens his mouth this time, only to be interrupted by the faunus woman, speaking for the first time in a familiar voice, but one she doesn't care to try and recognize. "Pyrrha's alive." Alive? She's alive? That's it!?
A nervous smile infects her slackened features. "I- no, y-you must have misspoken," She starts with a slight chuckle. "Surely you meant to say 'She's okay,' right?"
Neither give her an answer immediately. The faunus is lost for words, and Qrow just sighs.

A/N

Yeah, It hasn't been particularly rought, but fuck college.

Also we celebrated by lil' brother's birthday on Sunday, that was cool.

I intended to release this yesterday, but MAN yesterday was rough.

I even lost my favorite water bottle, among other things.

Anyways onto news! I have discovered a new literary device called string/stream of consciousness, and I love it. So get ready to see a lot of that from now on!

Back to Samus next chapter. Who knows when you'll get it because this was the last one I had even half-way done. (I like to have a little bank of unfinished chapters so that when I need to go back and change things in the previous two chapters -it happens a bunch- it doesn't become a whole ordeal.