His smile is warm, and Pyrrha aches. He's just as she remembers, maybe even better (grown, he has grown). She eyes him for a second before dipping her head slightly in a nod and acquiescing. Her eyes shut, and she tenses minutely when Jaune begins the mantra incantation - of course she remembers it, she remembers it well. It's an old verse - she thinks it's part of a poem her mother read to her, but she can't quite remember. It's always stuck with her, and when she was old enough, she used it as a mantra to focus her semblance, to shape it, to assume control.

She didn't do much to protect Jaune though, did she? She made a promise, and she broke it. Pyrrha exhales slowly to calm her racing heart, resting a hand gently on the side of Jaune's neck. "...you remembered."