As their fingers intertwine Jaune feels a sense of peace flow over him. Whatever this was, however it worked, Pyrrha was here. He could touch her, hold her, encourage her. All the things he'd wanted so desperately to do all these months.

"You'll always be interesting to me," he responded in quite the sappy, but genuine line. There was nothing she could talk about now that wouldn't have his total attention.

"Of course I'll do the same thing if you want. Oh maybe I can show you where we used to camp!" It would be a good change of perspective from all this snow.