New Discoveries and Terrifying Thoughts

The trip to Mor Ardain was…surprisingly eventful. When everyone started to get reacquainted with Pyrrha, several things happened. Ruby worked up the courage to ask if Pyrrha hated her for not taking that hit.

"Ruby didn't you listen to Talos? I never hated you. I never blamed you." Were Pyrrha's exact words.

Well, turned out that the silver eyed girl just needed to hear it from Pyrrha's mouth. Blake and Nia bonded a little over being part of a former terrorist group. Although…

"Jin wasn't a raving lunatic." Nia commented on Adam, causing Blake to let out a small awkward giggle.

Then came the tangent of questions from the Alrestians to the huntress-turned Blade. Mostly about how it feels to be a Blade now. Pyrrha honestly had no complaints, she didn't truly get hungry or thirsty, but she wouldn't say no to good looking food or drink. But one problem she did discover was that despite her ornate armor feeling less cumbersome than even her original combat gear, she still felt awkward sleeping in it. Which led the female crew of both the Remnans and Alrestians to try and help Pyrrha out of the armor. None of the guys were allowed in the room for obvious reasons.

"I don't see any bolts or seams on the armor," Ruby said after inspecting the armor.

"These gloves are perfectly molded to her hand." Yang added in, inspecting one glove.

"It's almost like Pyrrha was put into this armor from birth and she grew up to match it." Weiss added in as she took a small look at the greaves, despite having the least knowledge in this.

"Or the armor was magically wrapped around her to perfectly hug her curves." Nora gave her own two lien.

Nia let out a weary sigh. Her fox ears twitched a little in irritation before she spoke up, "I don't understand why you're not trying to undo the ether bindings."

"The what now?" was the universal reaction among the Remnans.

"The thing that makes up the armor." Nia pointed out.

"What are you talking about?" Pyrrha asked with a confused, but feeling a little hopeful too.

The response was every single Blade in the room looking at her weirdly.

"What do you mean 'what'?" Pandoria asked before extending a frilly gloved hand. "This." And then her glove turned into crackling light before disintegrating, revealing bare skin.

That was when RWBY and Nora smacked their heads. They had seen that before, but they never really questioned it. But in hindsight, they should've thought that Pyrrha could do this now.

"Umm…How do you do that?" Pyrrha asked awkwardly.

And this caused every single one of the female Blades in the room to stare at Pyrrha like she asked the dumbest question in the world.

"Pyrrha, are you telling us that you have no idea how to perform this?" Otohime asked with a look of disbelief.

"No…Should I?" Pyrrha was getting uncomfortable at the stares.

"Pyrrha." Dahlia said with a worried look, "Not knowing how to manipulate ether bindings is akin to…a human not knowing how to breath."

"What?" Came out of Remnans.

Mòrag looked thoughtful for a moment, part of her still wondering how she was roped into this, "I suppose manipulating ether bindings is an inherent knowledge. Something that you know how to do on instinct."

Brighid smiled a little, "I wouldn't word it like that, but close enough."

"Although that's mostly for the Blades that wear clothes." Agate pointed out.

That was when a look of realization hit Joana, "Master Talos claimed to be a golem forged into the shape of an armor-clad warrior. Perhaps that is why milady does not know."

"Even so, he should know how to at least reset the metal around his body." Electra piped up, earning surprised looks from most Remnans, especially Nora. "What?" the stares were embarrassing the little girl.

"How do you know that?" Nora asked, surprised at her Blade saying something this smart.

"It's common knowledge." Electra said with puffed cheeks.

"Indeed." Otohime commented before looking thoughtful, "Perhaps we could help Pyrrha learn regardless."

Brighid quirked an eyebrow, "Otohime, while undoing ether bindings is a common ability that I can perform as easily as you, I couldn't even begin to describe how I do it."

"We do not have to. All we have to do is help Pyrrha gain the mental image necessary to accomplish it."

"Uuuh! Is this one of those, 'mind over matter' things?" Asked Penny who was mostly here just because she wanted to help somehow.

"Master hit the nail on the head, as the saying goes I believe." Kos-Mos agreed.

"Let's do this." Pyrrha said eagerly, "I want to feel a soft warm bed again."

Everyone gave Pyrrha a look at the overly giddy smile their friend had.

"…I spent months without feeling anything." The champion protested with a scowl. Something that none of them thought she was even physically capable of, "No warmth, no cold, no hardness no softness. Nothing!"

Everyone wisely backed off. Even as Otohime shook her head before speaking, "Now then… Close your eyes and focus on my voice."

Pyrrha took a calming breath before doing as the water Blade said.

"Do you feel a small tingling sensation around your body?"

"…I think I do."

Otohime nodded, "That is the ether coursing through your body as blood does with a human. Now, try to picture a cloth around your body. You can feel each individual fiber that form this beautiful cloth. All of that being a single strand."

"Mm-hmm." Pyrrha hummed as she visibly relaxed while everyone else looked on with baited breath.

"Imagine that cloth unraveling. The single thread forming it undoing itself." Otohime continued as Pyrrha's face within the helmet frowned a little. Soon, parts of the armor began glowing. "Keep picturing it." Otohime said with a small smile of satisfaction at her accomplishment.

Pyrrha kept the mental image of the unraveling cloth coming off of her body with a slight strain, but slowly it started feeling less strenuous. She kept focusing and focusing, until she felt her hair fall down from the high ponytail that it was on. Only then did Pyrrha open her eyes. "Did I do it?"

The reactions around her were strange. Ruby was hiding under her hood, Weiss and Blake we're looking away. Yang had a lewd grin while Nora looked like she was trying to hold in laughter.

"Oh my... This is embarrassing." Penny said in concern which didn't reach her face.

"Perhaps... we didn't think this through." Mòrag commented as she looked down while adjusting her cap.

"What? Did I fail?" Pyrrha asked before looking down on herself. And then she realized the problem. Even as Otohime moved towards one of the beds in the room and took a blanket from it.

Pyrrha was able to undo the ether bindings that made up her new armor. But either she also undid whatever was beneath it or there was nothing under the armor to begin with. In other words, Pyrrha was naked. Although interestingly enough, all the orange-red ether lines that decorated the armor were also on her skin. Lining her arms, legs and body like circuitry. With the bloodstained Core Crystal remaining on her sternum.

Pyrrha's face flushed, along with some of her torso as she screamed and covered herself up with her arms to the best of her ability just before Otohime covered her in a blanket.

"My apologies, Pyrrha. I should have realized this possibility." Otohime apologized.

"You know… You could always show off to Jaune to atone for peeping on him." Yang waggled her eyebrows.

"Yang! What in the world is wrong with you!?" Weiss screeched at their blonde oaf choosing now to be a pervert.

"Calm down princess." Yang said, thinking Weiss was overreacting. "By the way, is it just me or is Pyrrha bigger now?"

Considering it was Yang, everyone figured out what the girl meant by "bigger".

"Milady's measurements are the same as before. Though there is approximately a 10 millimeter increase to her hip measurement." Joana commented, earning weird looks.

"Okay, how do you know that?" Nia asked in suspicion, also feeling sorry for Pyrrha who was wrapping herself tighter into the blanket with a mortified look.

Pyrrha knew that this room was filled with her female friends, but it still felt like walking into a class buck naked. The fact that Joana apparently knew her measurements didn't help her increasingly distressed mental state.

"I have measurements of milady saved through Medical Scan. Her bust, her waist, her hips, her arm length, her cup si-"

"Okay, new question. Why do you have something like that saved?" Weiss interrupted, wondering if Joana was secretly a deviant.

"So that I can have a perfect wedding dress made for milady, of course." Joana said with a smile. No one was sure what to think of that. Especially Pyrrha who was beginning to feel a little pressured.

"Joana." Otohime sighed as she shook her head while covering her eyes. But she decided to focus on more important things right now. "Pyrrha, I know I may be asking too much, given your current state, but I need you to close your heart and mind to your state and concentrate on my voice again."

It took Pyrrha a few calming breaths to not go into a panic attack before closing her eyes. Although she was now overcome with slight paranoia of Yang attempting to pull the blanket off as a joke.

"Do you remember the cloth I told you to imagine unraveling?" Otohime asked and Pyrrha nodded. The champion didn't trust her voice not to stammer right now. "Good. Now I want you to imagine the opposite. Imagine the unraveled cloth reforming itself around you."

Pyrrha tried, really she did, but she was a little too focused on the fact that the only thing protecting her modesty was a blanket. Then she felt a pair of arms around her.

"Shhh… It will all be well." Came Otohime's soothing voice. This allowed Pyrrha to gain some clarity on picturing the "cloth" reforming.

From outside perspective, Pyrrha's head began glowing, before her hair that was partially under the blanket returned to a high ponytail. This was followed by the blanket tightening and bulging around Pyrrha's body as there was a slightly muted glow under it. Otohime released the hug and stepped back as the glow died, revealing that Pyrrha's helmet was back on. Pyrrha also opened her eyes and took a peek beneath her blanket. The champion Blade let out a sigh of relief before dropping the blanket, revealing her armor had indeed returned on her.

"That's useful." Ruby commented on getting clothes on and off like flipping a switch.

Yang agreed, although she looked to be having some devious thoughts.

But Brighid was more focused on Otohime, "You truly are motherly. Stern when disciplining, nurturing when consoling. It's no wonder you were known as the Imperial Mother."

Otohime found herself smiling, "I shall take that as highest of compliments."

"Good, because it was." Brighid smiled herself.

Mòrag on the other hand had her attention on Pyrrha again, "Are you…alright?"

"…Yes." Pyrrha didn't sound too sure.

"Milady, there was nothing wrong with your- Hey!" Joana was interrupted by Otohime suddenly grabbing the knightess' braid and dragging her outside the cabin.

"I shall deal with this." Otohime said with a stony face before exiting the cabin and taking the struggling Joana with her.

"Pyrrha. Seriously, will you be okay?" Nora asked in more concern. Pyrrha's state seemed eerily familiar to Nora from the time before she met Ren.

"…I guess…I will be?"

"Pyrrha…You don't have to let Joana pressure you." Weiss then said.

"What?" Pyrrha let out in alarm.

"Oh please, I know a thing or two about being pressured," Weiss scoffed, "I mean…if you're serious about Jaune, then go for it. But don't let Joana dictate what you do with your relationship."

"Wow, ice queen is being reasonable." Yang said in faux wonder.

"Yang, seriously, what is wrong with you?" Weiss then turned her attention to their blonde oaf.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been making fun of a lot of things ever since we got out of Elpys." Blake added in, "Did something happen?"

"No. Why would you think that?" Yang said, keeping her voice even.

"Yang… You know you can talk to us. Right?" Ruby said as she took a few steps towards her sister, but Yang backed away the same amount.

This caused Mòrag to cross her arms with a thoughtful look.

"Yang?" Ruby looked confused on Yang backing away.

"Look…I don't want to talk about it…Not yet." Yang said before walking out herself.

"What's her deal?" Nia questioned with a frown.

"Isn't it obvious." Mòrag questioned with a sigh, earning everyone's attention, "Most of you were there." The Special Inquisitor said before moving out as well, Brighid and Agate following.

With Otohime and Joana, the Imperial Mother had finally decided that she had pulled the light Blade far enough. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean, Lady Otohime?" Joana looked confused as she stroked her braid a little.

"You are placing Pyrrha under unnecessary pressure." Otohime said with a hard look.

"What do you mean? It is only logical that Milady would marry Milord and birth his children."

Otohime looked annoyed at Joana sounding genuinely confused. "Have you given the slightest amount of thought towards either of their mental states?"

"Their…mental states?" Joana looked even more confused.

Otohime looked increasingly annoyed, "Is it not clear that Pyrrha is currently having struggles with her new position, among other matters?"

"What is there to struggle with?" Joana questioned, "She has the privilege of being Milord's future-"

*Slap*

"Do not speak of it as if it were a foregone conclusion." Otohime said after lowering her hand that slapped Joana.

"But…I do not understand." Joana now looked more distressed and still confused, "Does Milady not love Milord? I thought she would love to marry him."

"Yes Pyrrha has liked Jaune since before your awakening, from what I understand. And I too would like to see them marrying and starting their own family." Otohime admitted, "However, now is not the time to think of that. Now, is the time for them to reconnect, rekindle and strengthen their feelings for one another. Talk about marriage and family come after that."

"…Why would they need such a thing? Is there something wrong with milord?" Now Joana looked distressed.

"I doubt Pyrrha's struggles have anything to do with your lord…Not directly anyhow." Otohime looked weary of having to spell this out, "But if you keep bringing this up every time you see them, you might even go so far as scaring Pyrrha away."

Now Joana was horrified, "So you are saying…that if I do not keep my mouth shut on their future, I might make milord lose his happiness?"

"…Yes." Otohime gave up on trying to make Joana consider Pyrrha's feelings and just went with that.

Joana summoned her Catalyst Scimitar before charging it with energy.

"What are you doing?" Otohime asked warily.

"If I am a detriment to milord's happiness then I must disappear." Joana said, looking like she wanted to cry as she pointed the blade to her Core Crystal.

"Joana, no." Otohime placed her hand on the weapon and the water Blade's own Core Crystal shined with power. As if in response, Joana's weapon deactivated., "If Jaune hears that you self-destructed because of him, what do you think he will do?"

"B-But…I deserve punishment." Joana pleaded, "I need to be punished for my wickedness."

"No. What you need, is to learn from your mistakes." Otohime said, readying herself to completely neutralize the overzealous light Blade if necessary. "To learn how to make better judgement on your lord's happiness. What is it that makes him happy? When does he smile the most? When is he most cheerful? You must ask these from yourself. Otherwise you may inadvertently make your Driver unhappy. Trust me, I know." Otohime had a sympathetic look on the last part. As much as she sometimes regrets stepping out of Nora's way, Otohime has noticed that Ren smiles just a little more with the carrot topped chaos bringer.

"…I suppose you would." Joana admitted with a sad smile, "It is just…what if milady is once again taken away? What if…what if Master Talos' sacrifice becomes in vain?"

Otohime was surprised to hear that. Only to smile, "You miss him."

"We all do." Joana said. No doubt shedding tears if she could.

"But you loved him." Otohime then said with a sympathetic look, "The same way I believe Pyrrha loves Jaune."

"Please, Lady Otohime. Do not make such accusations." Joana looked away.

"Why do you perceive it as an accusation?" Otohime questioned, "Do not tell me that you believe loving someone makes you incapable of performing your duties." Judging by the startled look on Joana, Otohime hit the nail on the head. "How foolish." Otohime shook her head, "Just because your lord Driver's happiness is your priority does not mean that you are not allowed to pursue your own." Then Otohime looked surprised, "Joana, did you wish for Jaune to marry Pyrrha so that you could become closer to Talos?"

"What? No! I have deemed milady as the only one worthy of milord's affection before Master Talos' time." Joana said in clear anger before looking down, " Though I will admit, I would have been even more jubilant if he was… 'part of the package', as they say."

Otohime shook her head, although she was relieved that Talos wasn't even Joana's initial reason for wanting Jaune and Pyrrha together, just a bonus. "I am sorry this has happened to you. But please… Do let Pyrrha and Jaune rekindle their feelings at their own pace. Otherwise, you might even destroy any chance of them having a future you envision."

"I shall, Lady Otohime. I shall." Joana said with a newfound resolve, "Even without Master Talos, I shall endure anything to ensure milord's happiness."

Otohime let out a weary sigh. "I suppose that is the best I will ever get out of her.". She just can't figure out how she can make Joana think of others besides Jaune. No amount of Ancient Wisdom seems to be able to help her with this.

With Yang, she finds herself back in the cabin she shared with her team. Why can't they just let her not think about it? "Dammit." Yang cursed from her blunder of stepping away from Ruby. "I know it's not possible, but…I just can't help it." Yang muttered as she slumped down to her bed. That nightmare really shouldn't have shaken her as badly as it did.

Yang was hanging out with Ruby. Her baby sister explaining something about weapons with her child-like wonder. Yang couldn't help chuckling before patting her sister on the shoulder.

*crack*

Ruby then cried in pain as her shoulder was now broken.

"Ruby!" Yang cried out as she tried to gently grab Ruby's arm.

*crack*

And now Ruby's arm had snapped.

"Yang. It hurts." Ruby sobbed as she held her broken limb.

"Ruby… I… I'm sorry. I-" Yang stammered before suddenly Weiss and Blake came between the two.

"Yang, how could you!" Blake shouted accusingly as she brandished Gambol Shroud.

"You hurt your own sister!" Weiss was also pointing Myrtenaster at the blonde. The black and white team mates were both looking at Yang like she was some kind of monster.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't want to hurt Ruby!" Yang cried out.

"But you have." Came the voice of Qrow from Yang's left. The veteran huntsman was pointing Harbinger's shotguns at his niece with a glare. "I'm sorry Yang, but something like you shouldn't live."

Then everyone charged her. "No! Stop!" Yang cried before her friends and uncle suddenly burst into white flames. Yang looked down to see that she had her fists in a motion that fired Heatblast. And she was equipped with the Sun Dragon talons.

"Burn. Burn it all!" Dragunov's voice echoed as the world was now on fire.

Yang shook her head. "Why? I already wore Dragunov's talons. So why isn't it going away?" Unfortunately, Yang knew the answer, but that doesn't mean she can do anything about it… Not until she has the Sun Dragon under control.

A knock to the door startled Yang a little, "Who's there?"

Rather than answering, the door opened, revealing Dragunov. "I thought I felt you here." The dragon said as he wiggled his way inside. "How's it Yanging, Yangie?" Dragunov had a cheeky grin.

Despite herself, Yang let out a small laugh. "Fine, thanks. How about you? Getting stoned anywhere?"

Dragunov laughed in response, "I don't get stoned. I'm the one doing the stoning." The fire Blade said before making a mock punch with his stone covered hand.

Yang got up into a sitting position with a smile, "Did you have something to say? Or did you just want a pun-off?"

"I felt punny," Dragunov shrugged, "But I was a little curious, do you think you can do it when the time comes?"

"Do what?" Yang wasn't sure what her Blade meant.

"Control the rage of Sun Dragon." the dragon clarified with a more serious look.

"…I don't know yet." Yang admitted before slumping back down.

"If you don't know then you shouldn't-" "Don't you dare say I shouldn't try." Yang got back up with an annoyed look, "Besides… There's no try with this. I either do it or I don't."

Dragunov looked surprised at the answer before the corners of his lips curled upwards, "If you say so. By the way, how is Pyrrha's little wardrobe issue?"

Yang was glad for the change of topic, "More like a wardrobe malfunction."

"Oh?" Dragunov looked interested, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Sorry, can't go to details. Otherwise my team and Pyrrha will kill me." Yang said nonchalantly.

"Yang, you can't say something like that and not share." Dragunov complained.

The response he got was a stuck-out tongue.

Dragunov snorted smoke, "You're boring."

"You're the Drag here." Yang laughed at her joke, and Dragunov joined it.

"Cute." the dragon managed to say through his laughter.

None of them noticed RWB and Dahlia peeking through the door to witness the end of this punfest. Weiss was scowling at the horrible jokes. Blake seemed to be unable to decide if she wanted to smile or cringe. Ruby was full on smiling at seeing her sister laughing, somehow ignoring the puns. Dahlia merely shook her head at these two brutes and their terrible sense of humor.

Just like team RWBY, Mòrag also left Pyrrha to be tended to by Nora and Electra. Though the two's ability to cheer the red-haired human turned Blade was... questionable at best in the Special Inquisitor's eyes.

"Hey there Mòrag, Pandy." Came the voice of Zeke right in front of her in the wooden hallway she was walking. Of course, Pandoria said she would be going to her prince and was moving in the same direction Mòrag was moving.

"Hello, Zeke. Is there something you need?" Mòrag asked, seeing as Zeke looked like he had been waiting.

"How did it go?" Zeke sounded genuinely curious.

"…Pyrrha has learned to undo ether bindings." Mòrag replied simply, not wanting to go into the girl's mortifying experience.

"Good. If I was in her position, I might miss the feeling of a soft warm bed on my skin." Zeke said with a thoughtful look.

Mòrag actually chuckled at that, "Funny, she did say she missed the softness and warmth of a bed."

"Yeah…hey…If something like that happened to me, wonder what changes would come to me." Zeke said looking pretty thoughtful.

Both Mórag and Brighid looked highly suspicious of the Tantalese Driver. "Are you saying, you want to die?" Brighid was the first to ask.

"Yeaaaah, no. " the Tantalese Driver said after a moment of thought, "Well, if this Aura thing was the factor, then it wouldn't work for me anyway. Besides, I'm not sure what would happen with this on." Zeke then revealed the embedded Core Crystal fragment again.

"And we're also not sure if this so called 'magic' had any hand in this." Agate also pointed out, "Besides, we don't know what happened to Talos, so for all we know, Pandoria might disappear forever with that."

At that, everyone turned to look at the electric Blade in question. She was stiff as a board and her cable like tail was unnaturally still. There was also a dusting of pink on her cheeks which they were sure wasn't there before.

"Pandoria?" Brighid questioned the bespectacled electric Blade. Then she moved in front of her and waved her hand in front of Pandoria's face.

"Pandy?" Now Zeke was getting a little worried.

"My prince…inside of me." Pandoria mumbled under her breath as the red in her cheeks intensified ever so slightly.

Then Agate chuckled for some reason.

"What is it?" Mòrag asked, as she turned to the prospector Blade.

"Oh just…wondering what you might look like if you did the same with Brighid."

"What?" Both the Jewel and Special Inquisitor stared at the prospector.

And then Zeke burst into laughter, "Okay, I just…Mórag in Brighid's dress." And the prince of Tantal then doubled over in laughter.

"What makes you think I would be in Brighid's dress?" Mòrag questioned with a scowl. Not only would she not be caught in Brighid's dress, which was elegant, yet still hugged the blue haired fire Blade in all the right places, but Mòrag lacked the confidence to wear such clothing. The front of the dress is open, revealing all of the blue haired Blade's generous cleavage and the very middle of her body down to her lower body. Although there is a black mesh at the said opening that gets darker the lower it goes. Mòrag took a look at her own bust that wasn't even comparable to Brighid's own. Although to the Special Inquisitor, that's a blessing, because a larger pair might get in the way in a fight. Although somehow all the busty Blades and Remnans make it work for them. Then there was the back of the dress, or rather, the lack of it from the neck down to Brighid's lower back. Although the said back with the toned muscles was most of the time covered by Brighid's lush hair instead.

"Well, Pyrrha ended up in Talos' armor, so maybe the same might happen to you." Zeke replied cheekily, "I'm sure you would look pretty in it."

Mòrag actually had to shake her head to rid herself of the image that brought to her. Her in Brighid's dress… "That's just not me." The Special Inquisitor thought as she fought the embarrassment that came with the mental image. "I…Don't think I can wear Brighid's dress like she does." Mòrag found herself saying.

"Well…Joana said that Pyrrha's hips grew a little from before she was-"

"Wait, what?!" Zeke let out in surprise.

"Nothing." Brighid said quickly before covering Agate's mouth to prevent the prospector from talking further. "We had urgent business with the captain. Isn't that right, lady Mòrag?"

"Uhh…Oh yes, we did." Mórag thankfully caught on before jogging past Zeke and away from this ridiculous situation she found herself in. Brighid following suit with struggling Agate in her grip.

Zeke blinked his lone eye before turning towards Pandoria who had been quiet this whole time. "What was that about Pyrrha's hips being bigger, Pandy?" Zeke asked from the frozen Blade. "Pandy?" No response. The gray haired Tantalese sighed before moving to his Blade and snapping his fingers next to her ear. It took a couple tries but…

"Wh-whuh?" Pandoria snapped out of whatever fantasy she had, "Where did everyone go?"

"They moved off. Now, they mentioned that Pyrrha's hips had become bigger, what was that about?" Zeke asked his Blade.

"Uhh…" Pandoria stammered, "Well, Joana apparently had records of Pyrrha's measurements from her Medical Scan and she mentioned that Pyrrha's hips had grown since she was human."

"Huh." Zeke hummed, "Well I'll be. Makes me wonder if Mòrag would fill out more if she did the same." The strange thing was, Zeke looked more amused by the thought than anything else.

"Excuse me?" Pandoria sounded a little offended for some reason.

"Well, you know if she was reborn as a Blade using Brighid, she might appear in her Blade's dress and maybe even proportions." Zeke shrugged, a little oblivious to Pandoria's rising ire.

But then the frizzy haired Blade looked thoughtful as she tried to picture Mórag in Brighid's dress. Needless to say, the image was funny to Pandoria who couldn't even imagine Mòrag in any kind of dress to begin with. But then a terrifying thought crossed her mind, "Wait. If Pyrrha ended up in Talos' armor and Mòrag would end up in Brighid's clothing… Wouldn't that mean you would end up in mine?"

Zeke gained a blanched look as he took in Pandoria's outfit. A black and gray striped blouse that was open at the front down to slightly past upper torso, revealing a little of her black bra. Black short shorts. And a frilly back-skirt. Complete with purple hearts here and there.

Zeke then adopted a horrified look at being dressed like that, while Pandoria doubled over in laughter at the combination of the mental image and Zeke's horrified face.

"Not funny, Pandy!" Zeke cried out.

"Yes it is!" Pandoria managed to say through her laughter.

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is!"

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is!" Pandoria somehow never stopped laughing. Even as Zeke was getting more annoyed by the second.

At the cabin Qrow had to himself, the man was more confused than he ever was. And given the things Ozpin had told him the first time and recent events up to and including that Jin guy's BS abilities, that's saying something.

The veteran let out a weary sigh on his bed, his head on the end that didn't face the wall.

"Is something wrong Qrow?" Asked Kasandra who entered Qrow's field of vision, bending a little with a look of concern.

"Nothing important." Qrow tried to wave her off.

Kasandra crossed her arms with a pouty look, "You always say that when you want me to get off your back."

Now the dusty old crow let out a weary sigh. As air-headed as Kasandra is most of the time, she definitely has learned her Driver's habits. For better or worse.

"Okay, fine. It's just…I feel like I'm actually useless to these kids." Qrow gave up.

"What do you mean?" Kasandra tilted her head.

Qrow got up into a sitting position at the edge of his bed before giving a serious look to his Blade. "Those kids are practically master Drivers compared to me. While I'm still getting used to your weapon." Qrow admitted.

"…Did you master Harbinger in one day?" Kasandra asked, earning a look from Qrow that said "Really?"

"No, but that's not the issue here." Qrow said, "The weapon I can learn eventually, but it's…working with you I have a problem with. And before you start asking, no it's not you that's the problem." That last one was added quickly.

Kasandra moved next to Qrow and sat down, "Really? Because if it's not me then what is it?"

"Urghh…How to say this…I'm not entirely sure how to improve as a Driver." Qrow reached into for his flask in his pocket, but his wrist was grabbed by Kasandra.

"Why not ask Zeke or Mòrag for help?" Kasandra asked as she held the wrist in a surprisingly gentle vice grip, "I mean, they're the senior Drivers."

"Working with Mòrag is like working with an Atlesian Specialist…Albeit less annoying." Qrow muttered the last part, "And that Zeke guy gets on my nerves. I'm surprised he's even alive."

"But they are more experienced than you. So maybe you could just get some sort of hint from them." Kasandra said before hugging Qrow, "But to me, you'll always be my perfect Driver." The happy Blade nuzzled her head against Qrow.

Qrow let out a smile as he patted Kasandra's head. Although then he frowned at the mask at the back of her head. "Don't you dare ruin this for me." Qrow thought at the mask, as if it could hear him. Fortunately, it seemed like the cursed thing decided not to take that as a challenge. "I guess I will," Qrow muttered as his unoccupied arm found itself wrapped around the black-haired Blade in a one-armed hug.

AN: I'm not bullying Pyrrha... Am I? Anyway, she had to learn how to undo ether bindings. Something that a Blade should know about as instinctually as a human knows breathing. Makes you wonder what else she would have to learn.

If any of you think Yang's new problem was all of a sudden, then remember how she didn't hug Ruby when the red reaper was terrified of Arachnos.

Also, about Mòrag's and Zeke's speculations, I know I can't actually stop anyone, but please... nobody draw Zeke in Pandoria's clothing. The world doesn't deserve that XD