It's the first time she's felt peaceful since the attack on Beacon. Maybe even before that, when she had to make the decision about whether or not to accept Ozpin's offer. Whether her duty really lie in that, or not. But whatever the case, here and now, her heart feels lighter than it has in months.
"I like your blush," Pyrrha chuckles, thumb brushing over the red. Alive, alive, alive, her mind wants to sing it, but her heart stutters with how impossible it is. Yet it feels so real. How can it feel so real, yet be so far out of reach? Pyrrha just smiles as Jaune says exactly what she wished he would say - she had absolutely no idea whether Jaune would have really returned her feelings or not. She thought, perhaps, he might, and this was just a reflection of that. So she says nothing, politely accepting his confession and not dwelling too much on how realistic it was. It was nice to hear, all the same.
"That fits you perfectly," She smiles, eyes searching his face, drinking in every moment. Her expression darkens just a little at the reminder of Haven - her mind was pulling things out of her conscious world, now, stark for details. Putting Jaune in the mix, what could have happened if he'd been there. No, instead Weiss had escaped grievously injured, and Pyrrha had pumped as much of her own aura into Weiss as she could spare just to keep her alive, until they could get help. The girl still had a brutal scar; it had taken weeks to fully heal. "...you always brought out the best in people. You lifted people up. You're a natural leader, Jaune."
"I like your armor," Pyrrha compliments, admiring the white-gold with the gold inlay. It's pretty, stylish yet dignified. Modern and not, at the same time. They were two of the only students to really wear proper armor; guess they had something of the same taste. "It suits you."
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"I like your blush," Pyrrha chuckles, thumb brushing over the red. Alive, alive, alive, her mind wants to sing it, but her heart stutters with how impossible it is. Yet it feels so real. How can it feel so real, yet be so far out of reach? Pyrrha just smiles as Jaune says exactly what she wished he would say - she had absolutely no idea whether Jaune would have really returned her feelings or not. She thought, perhaps, he might, and this was just a reflection of that. So she says nothing, politely accepting his confession and not dwelling too much on how realistic it was. It was nice to hear, all the same.
"That fits you perfectly," She smiles, eyes searching his face, drinking in every moment. Her expression darkens just a little at the reminder of Haven - her mind was pulling things out of her conscious world, now, stark for details. Putting Jaune in the mix, what could have happened if he'd been there. No, instead Weiss had escaped grievously injured, and Pyrrha had pumped as much of her own aura into Weiss as she could spare just to keep her alive, until they could get help. The girl still had a brutal scar; it had taken weeks to fully heal. "...you always brought out the best in people. You lifted people up. You're a natural leader, Jaune."
"I like your armor," Pyrrha compliments, admiring the white-gold with the gold inlay. It's pretty, stylish yet dignified. Modern and not, at the same time. They were two of the only students to really wear proper armor; guess they had something of the same taste. "It suits you."