Friday Morning, Weiss.

The morning had been so alien to Weiss. She had been woken by an excited household, Nora woke the twins and began the morning energetically feeding and taking care of the young pairs needs while Sif was paid more than her share of attention.

Gone was the somber attitude that had filled the household the night before, she found herself fully believing that the quiet moment from the evening before had only been her own imagination.

She found herself saying her farewells to the loud household without really having a chance to say anything further to Nora, which the more she thought about it as she traveled further from the home was a blessing as she could not come up with anything to say about the night before.

The shared silence had spoken enough between both of them, sharing a sentiment, one that neither would know how to address if it was tried to be brought into words.

Weiss did not find herself at home as the day wore tirelessly on instead, she found herself at a favorite spot of hers, a quaint little cafe situated right beside a rather large bookstore. Both the Cafe and the Store had rivals in the city with a better menu selection or a greater selection of literature but none had such an ideal setup and it showed with just how much business the two pulled from each other.

A weekday when most of the city would be indoors still working away the cafe was near full as people who purchased a book from the neighboring store, either work-related or leisure were cloistered away inside the cafe. Weiss herself was counted amongst the number as she held a new book herself, a psychology one that dealt with a variety of topics but had a key element across itself to more focus on coping with partners with dangerous careers.

The heavy book that most likely would have put a less serious person to sleep in minutes wholely engrossed Weiss and she found herself fascinated by every new detail, so focused was she that she lost track of the passage of time.

Friday Morning, Blake.

Blake had woken to the world with a growl, her stomach insisting that she needed to get her day started.

Her traitorous stomach had to much control over her and she knew it, Jaune's few instants of cooking had robbed her of a great deal of self-control and as much as her mind reprimanded herself even it was not exempt from thinking, in moments of weakness, about the Blonde Knights culinary skills. Skills that others seemed to appreciate but as she decided did not appreciate enough.

'No, BAD BAD BAD, I will not think like that! Honestly, it is a good thing Jaune has this long mission, I can't imagine how I might act with so little self-control.'

Another angry reprimand to herself was punctuated with a quiet rumble of disagreement from her stomach.

Rolling from her bed she found herself in her small kitchen shortly staring mindlessly into a cupboard, her thoughts, unfortunately, brought instantly back to food as she did need breakfast. A collection of boxes, containing healthy cereals as well as quick instant meals of different flavors of porage sat before her eyes looking painfully bland and unfilling.

Her refrigerator was equally as disappointing but she conceded to it anyway, pulling out a mixture of items and began to make herself an omelet, a recipe she was rather proud of.

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Half her omelet sat disappointingly on her plate, growing colder by the minute as she stared at it a look of betrayal. The omelet was supposed to be a treat, something she rarely did for herself, only when she felt like spoiling herself and it had always been successful, now though it felt empty and bland, a similarity it shared with everything she had eaten since she had finished off the last of Jaune's sandwiches, the ones she had stolen had been rationed as well as she could manage.

An angry growl was heard through her apartment as the omelet hit the trash can. The anger felt childish but so to was her body seemingly willing to betray her at all costs until she was forced to submit to its desires. Desires that could not be fulfilled even if she did submit because Jaune and his magical cooking were currently not available to her or anyone else aside from the people he was on his mission with.

'Lucky bastards.'

The simple betrayal in her thoughts had a groan of frustration escape her lips as she put her head in her hands and simply shook her head.

A knock at her door pulled her attention away from her internal struggle for the moment, pulling the door open she was greeted immediately by the kindly old superintendent that ran the building.

"Ah, Good morning Ms. Belladonna, how are you today?" The old man smiled warmly.

"I'm quite well thank you, what can I do for you this morning."

"Help me? Oh no no no, I'm here to give you some unfortunate news, albeit news you likely already know as I have seen you frequent the company of Mr. Arc. It appears the young man, unfortunately, will not be able to host his weekly meal due to Huntsmen work."

Blake knew this was likely to be the case, the odd's Jaune would return today were slim at best from the few details she understood that were passed along from the Huntsman offices. Neptune could not really tell them much that Yang didn't already know from a short scroll message from Jaune the morning he left. He was contracted directly from Beacon Academy from Headmaster Goodwitch. "Thank you for informing me, I figured that to be the case."

"No worries, now this won't mess with the order any so you will still be next to choose the menu when he does return, I'm actually looking forward to it. Jaune told me of your predilection to seafood and I must say I'm personally looking forward to such an interesting change." The man glanced furtively down the hall both ways before leaning in and speaking quietly. "Too many people here ask for the same thing every time, a man gets bored of such a routine menu I for one am glad to have some new blood in the rotation."

Blake watched as the old man straightened immediately his eyes sending a panicked glance down the hall again, he seemingly appeared afraid that his word would be overheard and condemned, at least until he broke into a broad grin and with a wink to her sauntered off joyfully down the hall. She shook her head at the old man's antics, he clearly enjoyed whatever the role it was he assigned himself.

Closing the door she looked over her apartment before quickly dressing in her customary Huntsmen clothing. Through habit more than any real need Gambol Shroud was on her hip as she left home, intent on adding a few more books to her collection and more importantly filling the empty shelves in her apartment.

Her destination was not the Huntsman offices, even though with Jaune being confirmed away she knew she could easily take a simple job but that would also mean putting herself in close proximity to Yang and for the moment she really didn't desire that company, at least until she could think of a way to deal with that problem.

Wandering through Vale Blake had no real destination in mind, she had the vague plan of collecting a few books but nothing beyond that. The shop she had located before felt terribly far away today so she decided to hunt for something more local, a quick place to stop in, grab a few volumes and retreat home as quickly as possible.

Her plan more firmly in place she found herself inside a large chain store in a relatively short walk. The chain was so large that Menagerie even had one, though it paled in size to the one she found herself inside now.

Even with Menagerie's expanding size with the help of its own Huntsmen academy allowing them to push into the desert somewhat and expand it was still a cramped place to live.

Menagerie's store had been an impressive seven thousand square feet, impressively large all things considered. The store she stood in now was easily twice the size, probably more considering this one had room inside for a small coffee shop.

Her nose wrinkled at the sharp smell of generic coffee blends that filled the entryway where the coffee shop commanded attention, once past the entrance though the smell faded rapidly, vents in the ceiling keeping the smell contained to the singular corner of the massive building.

Soon she found herself in her corner of the store, shelves upon shelves filled with adult-themed literature. The deeper she traveled into the section the more at home she felt, her eyes catching many titles as she passed.

The books that lined the perimeter of the section were a form of barrier of entry, many would read a few titles maybe go as far to read the synopsis on the back before leaving the section behind, their interests lying elsewhere.

If a person did pick up a book from the perimeter and even go as far as to purchase it then they would return, each trip moving deeper and deeper into the section until they eventually reached their limit. Everyone had a clear line of tolerance for what these books offered, where they would change from artistic literature in the reader's mind to clear unadulterated smut.

Blake's limit was about two-thirds of the way in, her few dalliances further in had turned up nothing that had garnered repeated interest, she liked her stories to leave a fair amount to the reader's imagination, with maybe the final chapters going the final way for her.

A day spent lost in the shelves helped Blake to relax, she did not find herself coming up with any perfect solution to her current problem with Yang but for the time being, her concern's about it faded away.

A large hardcover was Blake's reward for a morning spent searching through the shelves, it was the newest installment of her favorite 'Ninja's in Love Vol, XIV.'

A quick run through the register followed by a similarly quick walk back home, her excitement about the new book had her moving at a Ruby like pace.

Reaching into the bag she pulled the hardcover almost reverently, letting the bag drop from her hand with a quick thump as she made to hold the hardcover with both hands.

'Wait, thump?'

Blake looked at what should have been an empty plastic bag, carelessly discarded onto the floor. While that was what she did see the bag held a clear outline of another book.

Reaching for the bag and pulling out the book she discovered it to be 'Ninja's in Love Vol, XIV.' The book she had purchased, the other book that she held and only now noticed was clearly not said book, was not even similar in shape to the Novel she had bought.

The book was several inches longer and taller, an easy explanation on how she had grabbed it first but it didn't really explain why she had it. She had only picked up the one book. A sudden fear that she had taken the book unintentionally washed over her and before she could think she was back out into the street running almost frantically back to the bookstore, to both return the book and explain that she hadn't meant to take it and wasn't sure how it had made it into her bag in the first place.

Entering back into the giant store Blake was focused immediately on one of several registers, finding an open one she made for it immediately.

"Welcome back Miss, did you forget something you look a little flushed."

The greeting made Blake pause for a moment, barely a second to scan the clerk behind the counters face looking for some form of recognition on her part as to who this person was. "Uh, no no I didn't forget anything I actually walked off with something that didn't belong to me and I'm here to return it." The split second she had given herself to recognize the clerk having failed Blake just dove right into her reason for being here to return the extra book.

"Alright, please pass it over the counter and I will set it aside to be returned to its place."

Sighing in relief Blake slid the large book across the counter to the clerk and turned to leave and forget her little accidental theft.

"Miss, excuse me."

Blake stopped mid-stride and turned, wondering what could be the problem. "Yes, is there a problem?"

"Oh, no problem at all, but if you are returning this I actually would need to credit you."

"I'm sorry, why would you need to credit me I walked off with that by accident?"

"I'm sorry to have to correct you but if you want I can show you our store's copy of the receipt, it has both book's you purchased showing on it." The clerk anticipating the confusion after the short conversation had already begun pulling slips of paper out from beneath the counter and in moments finding the one she needed, turning it and dutifully showing it.

Blake read the receipt, still more than a little confused as it did clearly show that she had indeed purchased two books. Her 'Ninja's in Love Vol, XIV.' and another by the name of 'Bold recipes to excite your Taste's'.

"I'm sorry but I don't remember purchasing that."

The teller smiled "I will admit you did appear very distracted during your purchase but no worries I can have this sorted out in just a moment." The teller sidestepped slightly and began punching away on her computer making the appropriate changes. "Alright, your return of 'Ninja's in Love Vol, XIV.' Will be a total of eighty-five dollars and change would you like the placed back on your card?"

"Um sorry for the confusion again but I'm keeping that book I'm returning the other one."

"Oh, I'm sorry I can sort that out in just a moment." The teller reached behind her and slid the book she had been handed at the start of this transaction back. "If you could I need the other book please."

Blake looked at the copy of 'Ninja's in Love Vol, XIV.' on the counter and at the tellers outstretched hand, waiting expectantly before realizing belatedly as her mind struggled to put the pieces together that she had brought back the wrong book and the book she had intended to return was still in her apartment. "Uh... So I left that book at home..." Blake looked at the ground fully embarrassed over the entire situation.

"No worries, as long as can provide proof of purchase you can return the other book anytime in the next week." The teller smiled pleasantly explaining that the issue was not really that big an issue, even pointing to a sign near the end of the row of till's explaining the return policy the store had in much greater detail.

After a quick thank you to the teller Blake left the bookstore, not one to commonly be so embarrassed but currently, she felt redder in the face than any time she could remember.

Retreating home she closed the door to her apartment with a quiet click, letting the silence afterward calm her and bleed away some of her embarrassment in the moments of silence before ultimately looking with no small amount of annoyance at the book, no, cookbook, that has caused her the embarrassment to begin with.

"'Bold recipes to excite your Taste's'!" Reading the title out loud made it sound comical to her but that was only her mind believing it to be comical, her stomach rumbled silently for a moment, it once again taking action upon itself.

"Rumble away all you want you traitor!" She tossed the cookbook onto the kitchen counter, as she grabbed her intentional purchase and flopped down onto her couch, happily opening the book and with a moment's anticipation began to read.

Read she did, flipping through pages at a remarkable pace initially, blazing through the first and second chapters in what seemed like moments to her imagination as the author painted vivid and wonderful pictures for her. The third chapter brought a halt to the fast pace though, her distraction that was this book that kept away other thoughts was halted as the newest chapter included food, not anything new for the series. The food, the way it tasted, the aroma, was described so perfectly and with such care and detail that even before her body could betray her with an anticipated rumble she snapped the book shut and dropped it angrily to the floor.

Her apartment was deathly quiet, Blake waited with barely concealed angry in anticipation of her bodies betrayal of itself. Minutes passed and for a time her anger grew as the expected reaction remained elusive but gradually the anger tapered away, and once again she felt embarrassed, though this time it was because she was so obviously not in control and as much as her mind sought to prove that it was, even it knew at least on some level that this, whatever it was, she had with food and more specifically Jaune's that it was not going to go away.

With a sigh of admittance, she picked up her novel from the floor, carefully marked the page she was on before placing it on her coffee table. Once done her eyes looked toward the kitchen counter and the cookbook that resided there.

"I suppose I probably won't be returning that will I?"

Blakes only response was a small rumble.

"Fine let's see what I can do about dealing with this problem!" Blake rolled her eyes at her weird situation with her traitorous body as she flipped open the cookbook and began looking over recipes.

Friday Evening, Jaune.

The day had been another grueling ordeal of dodging Grimm, allowing Ren any amount of rest he could get before, inevitably, the attraction that was the Relic would force Ren to exert his Semblance again and allow their quartet to escape once again.

The Bullhead Beacon had provided had barely lasted a day into their mission, knocked out of the sky by a trio of very large and aggressive Nevermore. The Grimm had also fallen but the crashed Bullhead was entirely wrecked and had to be abandoned.

Still a lack of transport didn't end their mission and as things stood Jaune found himself relatively pleased with the outcome all things considered.

They had recovered the Relic, Jinn's Lamp, escaped from a veritable horde of the weirdest collection of Grimm he has ever seen in one place, and best of all they had done so completely unharmed.

Though if you looked at Coco and Ren he guessed unharmed was subjective to what kind of harm they might be subjected too. Jaune at least felt a great deal of sympathy towards Ren and his need to constantly be using his Semblance to suppress the effects of the Lamp drawing Grimm towards it. While Coco, Velvet and himself were as well rested as they could be all things considered with short nights that had them rotating watches Ren whenever he was completely forced to rest he rarely got more than a couple hours. Sleep means he can't focus on his Semblance, his Semblance off means any Grimm in the vicinity can then sense the Lamp.

It was a painful cycle and the bags around Ren's eyes spoke volumes so yes for Ren Jaune felt sympathy, also the same respect he always had for the man on how he stoically shouldered the burden.

His sympathy did not extend to Coco, she was clearly a person that enjoyed her sleep.

She operates solely on coffee he decided and being devoid of it for an entire week has made her irritable in the wee hours of the morning and late evening and when it's her turn for watch and really all the other times as well.

Jaune knew she was trying to hide her bad temper, she might even think she's being very successful but the other three even the very focused and invested in his task Ren know just how poorly Coco was hiding her caffeine withdrawal.

Right now though the loss of caffeine was not Coco's concern, right now her only concern, as well as Velvets, was getting as much sleep as possible.

Jaune sat on watch, keeping a close eye toward the entrance of the cave Velvet had found and decided as a good of a place as any to try and get some rest. It had been almost twelve hours since their last sighting of the Grimm swarm that followed in their wake, homing in whenever the Relic was left unshrouded by Ren.

Ren would get his turn sleeping soon, another hour and Jaune's shift at watch would end, he would wake up Velvet, and he would go to sleep but it was also the signal for Ren to try and get some rest he had been up and active onto top of maintaining his Semblance for a near solid twenty-four hours.

Settling beside a small collapsable mech-shift fire kit Jaune fed it a few sticks to keep the heat coming from it at a level temperature, trying his best to keep the cave comfortable for everyone. The fire eagerly caught the additions and popped happily with the new fresh fuel.

Settling himself down on the floor Jaune took the time to strip off his gear and miscellaneous equipment, intent of giving what needed it most some quick repairs if possible and to catalog what he had left to work with.

"As fastidious as ever."

Jaune looked toward where Ren sat crosslegged only a few feet away, he had left his friend to his task not wanting to interrupt him by accident and break his concentration, even if it might be a momentary lapse it could shave away on the time they had to rest, every minute being crucial to the overtaxed Ren.

"What can I say, once it becomes a habit can you even really call it being fastidious?" "Jaune replied softly.

"Hmm, I suppose that would be true in a sense," Ren replied quietly as well his attention never fully wavering from the Lamp resting in his lap, one hand resting firmly wrapped around the handle.

"How are you holding up Ren?"

"Honestly?" Ren said one eye peeking open and reflecting a small bit of light enough that it reflected for a moment. "I'm exhausted, I'm starving for something better to eat than field rations and I could really use a shower." Ren said lightheartedly, as drained both physically and mentally as he was he as always, calm and focused.

"Couldn't we all on that last point." Jaune could guess just how awful the four felt. Layers of sweat and grime covered every inch of them, running from a horde of Grimm was not clean work. "As for something a little better than field rations I might be able to help you with that." He left his collection of equipment laid out on the floor.

Turning to dig through his bag, well no his per se, as with most of their equipment it was lost or destroyed with the Bullhead. His collection of recovered items found their home in a spare duffle bag, it didn't hold much, most times spare equipment for Huntsman is more ammo or replacement part for exposed Mechashift components that commonly receive damage. Jaune barely had any of the first to worry about, his firearm always being a last resort to him he usually only had what it was loaded with and a could of spare reloads, the capacity of the gun mean that totaled he had maybe two dozen rounds at any time, as for mechashift parts he had none of those.

His bag was filled with miscellaneous equipment like the small portable campfire kit when it wasn't being used. It also held most of the rations that had been saved though everyone carried some just in case he was lost or the bag had to be abandoned.

Rifling through the bag for a minute he pulled out one of several canteens full of fresh water that had been filled from a stream earlier that very day, the water had been boiled and for good measure had purification tablets added to make safe to drink shortly after they had made camp.

Going to work as quickly and quietly as he could Jaune tore apart several field ration pouches, robbing from them the ingredients that he needed before dutifully wrapping up what was left behind.

"I know I'm still using the field rations." Speaking quietly he answered Ren's unasked question.

"I never said a thing." Ren said knowingly, Jaune needed to say these things so he would let him, it was just Jaune's way of doing things.

Jaune invested himself in the task, going about it as quietly and efficiently as he could, to not wake the two sleeping Women but also to be able to keep his ears open for any out of the norm noises, as well as frequent looks toward the entrance.

A few minutes pass as Jaune worked away on his task, the small pot that sat above the fire simmered quietly, heating up the mixture of ingredients Jaune had added to it. While the pot simmered away Jaune continued working on the other items, a pair of can's had been placed dangerously close to the fire also heating up alongside the simmering pot.

Occasionally Jaune would check all three items, poking the cans with a camp knife, turning them as necessary, the pot though was repeatedly picked up to and swirled gently by hand. This process would repeat itself many times over the long final hour of his watch, the process being slow and meticulous.

Ren couldn't let himself get to distracted by Jaune's actions lest his concentration on his Semblance would stip but Jaune didn't make that easy for him, each careful action during his cooking was worth watching. He wasn't sure what the recipe Jaune was preparing was but most curiously it was producing no aroma from the pot, a perplexing development of that he was certain because cooking always created some form of smell and the absence was a curiosity.

Whatever was in the pot took care to prepare and with that care time, so long that Jaune had to take a moment from his careful ministrations to the pot to gently shake Velvet, rousing her to take her turn at watch even if Jaune knew it might still be a bit longer for him to finish his task.

"Mhmm."

A soft groan of discomfort was the only immediate response he received from his gentle prod be he knew it would be enough and Velvet would be up in moments. He returned immediately to his small kitchen and with a quick check of the pot smiled in satisfaction, the mixture he had been preparing had finally become thick and coagulated meaning it was time to add the two small tins of meat that had been cooking to the pot.

A hand wrapped in aura, as well as a spare shirt, quickly deposited the meat into the larger pot and a spoon quickly followed vigorously stirring the mixture together, the fast, violent stirring immediately allowed the hidden flavour that was trapped inside the pot to escape and the warm buttery aroma filled the cave.

"What on earth is that smell?" Velvet asked as she emerged from her makeshift sleeping bag, her eyes staring intoxicatingly at the pot the aroma now flowed from.

"I would also like the know that as well?" Coco's voice asked from the darkness as well, she appeared more awake that she had since she had run out fo coffee, the aroma had immediately coaxed her from her sleep.

"What your smelling is Ren's," Jaune said with a smile, that turned into a yawn. "Take it up with him if you want some," Jaune said sleepily, already settling down away from the pot on top of one of the makeshift beds. As he began to lay down in a very offhand manner like he nearly forgot he lightly tossed a package toward Ren. "Scoop it out with those." Jaune mumbled as he drifted off in moments, years of experience allowing him to fall asleep instantly now that he was confident in his safety to do so.

Ren looked at the package that had landed next to his crossed legs, the wrapper simply describing what was inside to be a hard trisket like cracker, bland and boring, with only the lightest flavoring of salt, something that would fill a stomach but little else. He looked at the package, then towards the pot and finally with a look of betrayal towards Jaune for leaving him in the situation as he could clearly see the want in the expressions of both Velvet and Coco, it was painfully visible to him because his own mouth watered as well.

Saturday Afternoon, Ruby.

Ruby had an extraordinary amount of time to do whatever she wanted during her slow ocean cruise.

At first, all the simple relaxing downtime had been amazing, no one micromanaging her schedule, rushing her here and there and everywhere, somehow managing to make it to all of her many appointments, to many that she had to be briefed, usually en route, moments beforehand.

The cruise had begun with her waking up when she wanted too, doing what she felt like, and generally not having a realistic care in the world.

Sleeping in was a mythical dream she had forgotten about that she felt like needed to make up for lost time on. The thought of being asleep while the world around her was alive and active lasted two entire days, the first she had made it nearly to noon before gracing the day with her presence, the second day she had made it only to a bit after nine, and every day that followed she had been up at her usual time of around seven.

Seven in the morning was once a hated number that she felt didn't need to exist but after a couple days of sleeping in messing with her finely honed schedule, she had decided seven wasn't that bad of a number after all.

Two days and she decided, sleeping in, was just not for her.

Two days in and she had also decided that maybe proper diet and exercise were kind of her thing too. Bingeing on the cruise's twenty-four hour smorg while lounging lazily alongside the pool had made her feel gross and lethargic.

The poor sleep probably hadn't helped either she admitted after the fact as well.

Two entire days of being a good for nothing, do nothing, and Ruby had had enough, every day following had found her sleeping properly, eating healthy, and after a little exploration of the ship a routine workout.

She felt like she let her younger self down, finally free to do what she pleases and within a handful of days, she was back to essentially her same old routine, excluding of course the copious amount of travel and meetings.

Sorting out her own little issues had kept her occupied while they were present but once they were solved Ruby discovered something she wasn't exactly prepared for.

Cruises were a slow and boring way to travel, for a person who is known famously for speed.

She could not fathom how anyone found this relaxing, well actually she could, everyone else aboard the ship was here to relax, the destination for them was not Vale, Vale was the end of their relaxing excursion and meant they would have to return to their lives, they probably already felt now that they are past the halfway point of the cruise that the ship and the days were both going too fast.

Bored and restless Ruby found herself thinking about her plan's going forward.

Initially, her plan was simply stop being a celebrity, something that she honestly doubted would ever truly be achieved that way she hoped it would.

Her attire massively altered her weapon stowed away safely out of sight, her hidden hair now displayed to the world and still, she was noticing the stares.

Stares had become a common thing in her life, when she was younger she watched as people stared at her sister Yang and as time went on after joining Beacon those stares came to encompass her entire team, people having preferences for Weiss and Blake as well.

Those were stares of lust or desire and she was familiar with them from both a perspective of an outsider looking in and due to her fame as the object of the gazes themselves.

Another set of stares were the ones when she was in full attire, the world recognizing her as some pinnacle figure, the most triumphant hero of their time, she hated that stare more than the looks of lust, at least those were understood, creepy and gross, but understood. She could not understand why she, above everyone else was treated so much more special, the victory they laud her as a hero was not achieved on her own so the praise and treatment should have never been simply hers either.

The other stares were new, the ones of recognition or at least assumed recognition. No one aboard the cruise had approached her yet but she had noticed more than a few double takes her direction and in some cases blatant staring, the kind of look, that gave a person a thousand yard stare, like their eyes and brain were working, taxingly hard trying to put the puzzle together on why she looked so familiar.

Whenever she noticed these stares she promptly left the vicinity, hoping her absence would prevent the gawker's minds from finishing the puzzle.

The glances had become irritatingly more common as the ship sailed and Ruby found herself spending less and less time mingling with the other passengers and instead, remaining secluded in her own room outside of the needs for food and the gym facility.

Hiding from looks and stray gazes Ruby's thoughts could not help shift tracks. Plans on what to do when she returned to Vale and her friends began in her mind and falter out after several attempts as her mind kept thinking back to looks.

A look of sadness, one recently worn by Oscar/Ozpin.

She didn't regret her decision ending her relationship with Oscar. When his personality had been it's own he had been sweet and kind, while also having the ability to match her optimism if maybe not her enthusiasm.

The Ozpin side had never really bothered her as much as it seemed to bother others. She knew the difference between the two and that was that, and it wasn't like the other part that existed within Oscar ever made himself known while they were together.

Then there was that weird day when she couldn't tell who she was speaking too. It was Oscar and also Ozpin, both at once but not the two fighting to be the one in control but instead both in unison and it had been instantly unnerving to her. Their relationship hadn't lasted past that day, even if it wasn't put into word for many more weeks.

Oscar to his credit, likely due heavily to portions of Ozpins personality took the entire situation in stride and aside from their parting recently had managed to never show any real effects of their split.

She did not like that look of sadness because it was not something she could resolve, at least not without sacrificing something she knew she was incapable of doing, so instead, she hoped to never to have the experience that expression again, at least not directed towards herself.

Another look flashed briefly through her mind for a moment, one that brought a smile to her lips as she thought out old memories.

Respect and compassion, a goofy smile and an untameable mess of blonde hair.

The mere thought of this look, the same one the loveable idiot would give to anyone had her willing the ship to move faster.

As the day wore on into the night and she retired to her bed Ruby though how amazing it would be to be close to Jaune once again.