Pyrrha was nervous to fall into another nightmare, but when she finally manages to toss and turn enough, to get comfortable enough to drift off to sleep (Nora's hand held firmly in her own, her leg tangled with Ren's; they knew she was having a rough day today, and god does she love them with everything she has left), it's not so. There's no nightmare, or if it is there, it fades distantly into the background without bothering her.
No, Pyrrha falls asleep and the swirling colors realign as Jaune comes into view again. Her relief is short-lived when she sees how ragged he looks - she has one guess as to what happened, and she's about 98% sure it's what she was just spared.
"Jaune," She's not fooled by the shaky smile he plasters on for her, and Pyrrha reaches out to him again, smoothing a hand against his cheek, one moving to card through damp hair. "Are you okay?" Neither of them are okay, especially if Jaune is real and experiencing exactly what she experienced, but all the same, she's asking. Offering what comfort she can.
"You were right," Pyrrha reassures him, hands dropping lightly to his, interlocking their fingers and squeezing, a grounding presence. "I don't know how, or why but...you were right."
"And your sister is wonderful," Pyrrha smiles, eyes still searching Jaune for signs of distress.
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Date: 2019-01-31 07:32 am (UTC)No, Pyrrha falls asleep and the swirling colors realign as Jaune comes into view again. Her relief is short-lived when she sees how ragged he looks - she has one guess as to what happened, and she's about 98% sure it's what she was just spared.
"Jaune," She's not fooled by the shaky smile he plasters on for her, and Pyrrha reaches out to him again, smoothing a hand against his cheek, one moving to card through damp hair. "Are you okay?" Neither of them are okay, especially if Jaune is real and experiencing exactly what she experienced, but all the same, she's asking. Offering what comfort she can.
"You were right," Pyrrha reassures him, hands dropping lightly to his, interlocking their fingers and squeezing, a grounding presence. "I don't know how, or why but...you were right."
"And your sister is wonderful," Pyrrha smiles, eyes still searching Jaune for signs of distress.