It doesn't really matter if it's sappy or not, because it's Jaune. The flush spread unbidden over Pyrrha's cheeks, and despite her best efforts, she wasn't able to quell it (at this rate, she'd be matching her hair soon enough). She wonders, idly, if they'd ever have been like this if they didn't know all too well what it was like to live without the other.

"I would love to see them," Pyrrha nods, letting her thumb brush over the back of Jaune's hand gently. She tilts her head thoughtfully, considering that. "Perhaps it is near where we camped. We...seem to have taken similar paths."