At first he was going to accept that his mind was helping him cope by making him admit Pyrrha was dead in the nicest way possible. Then suddenly nothing made sense. Pyrrha was hurting, he could hear it in her voice. He doesn't question it just yet, instead he sweeps her off her feet in an instant. He holds her like a princess and keeps her close.

"I'm sorry, we won't talk any more about that. Okay? Unless you want to I won't bring it up again. I don't like thinking about it either." He had only spoken about it because Pyrrha had asked.

Just to help ease her a along he presses warm kisses to her cheeks. It had felt nice when she had done it to him after all. He hoped it would help bring her back down. Nora cuddling with him had at least a marginal effect like that though it was only platonic in that case.

As he held her the gears in Jaune's head were turning. This Pyrrha was way too life-like to be a dream. The way she had just gone into a panic. It wasn't like he would have imagined Pyrrha at all, yet it was a very realistic reaction. Especially if...

"Pyrrha this is going to sound like a stupid question, but if I asked you whose dream this was what would your answer be?" What he was thinking was impossible, yet he had to hope. Something about this was way to uncommon to simply be nothing.