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She looked down on him, the smile she normally wore conspicuously absent. It came back before he could comment on it as she reached down to lift him to his feet. She opened her mouth before pausing. It looked like she might try and explain, but for her face to dart in the direction of a different corridor.

Before he could even ask what was wrong she had vanished, leaving him completely alone – and right next to two unconscious bodies. Jaune's hand fell to the hilt of his weapon, before he remembered the current situation. With no time to spare he took what he hoped to hell looked like an intimidating fighting stance.

Right as Bran appeared round the corner.