The Champion And The Singer (ch6)

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												Chapter 6. The Warmth Inside

"WEISS!"

Above all the other shouts and screams of terror, Pyrrha's horrified voice rose up in distress.

Fear gripped every nerve in her body - smothering, suffocating, until she was numbed by an intangible weight.

It was as though the entire room had suddenly been filled with water, and there at the bottom of it all, she was slowly being crushed by the pressure.

The people around her were rushing about all in a panic, shoving past one another in a frenzy bound for the doors. She could hear the shouts of the security guards trying to control them, keep order as best they could in this crisis.

Pyrrha felt several people trying to pull or nudge her along as well.

But her eyes never once moved from Weiss' limp form, lying motionless on the stage.

Even from this distance, she could see when a small trickle of red began to drip off over the side of the stage.

"No..."

This... couldn't be happening.

There was just no way.

Security had been tighter than ever tonight, so how had they allowed this to happen?

"Weiss-"

"Nikos!"

A sudden shout snapped her out of her trance. Pyrrha whipped around, feeling tears fly off her cheeks as she moved.

Amongst the masses of moving bodies, she managed to catch the eye of a familiar woman.

Winter was herding patrons to the doors, holding the hand of a young screaming child who had evidently been misplaced in the chaos. She met Pyrrha's gaze and cried out to her again.

"Nikos, please! Go to my sister!"

Winter was very clearly terrified, furious, and helpless. There was no way she could get to Weiss with all of these other people she needed to get to safety, and as far as Pyrrha knew, the shooter had yet to be detained.

Even so, she'd planned on going to Weiss' side even if Winter hadn't asked it of her.

She tore her gaze away and swept it around the room, trying to figure out where the shooter was. She didn't want to risk getting shot as well if she went to Weiss' aid, because then she'd be more of a burden than help.

Judging by what she could discern, security guards had split, some to help the guests keep safe, and others to pursue the shooter, who had apparently fled to another part of the building.

That was all she needed to know right now.

Pyrrha dashed towards the stage, her legs now empowered by adrenaline and fear. Still, an overwhelming sense of numbness filled her, until it felt as though her limbs weren't attached to the rest of herself.

But somehow, she managed to move them enough until she'd clambered onstage and skidded to a halt.

She was both relieved and horrified to discover that Weiss hadn't been completely motionless as Pyrrha had suspected from below.

The heiress was lying on her side in a pool of red that only continued to grow by the second. Her body convulsed in shockwaves of pain, her chest heaving for breath. Her eyes were half-open in agony and spilling over with tears, her mouth agape in a silent scream for help.

She was conscious.

Which meant she was still alive.

But it also meant she was feeling this horrible pain every single second.

"Weiss!"

Pyrrha dropped to her knees beside her, trembling hands reaching out to her. She didn't move her for fear of aggravating the wound further, trying to get the petrified girl's attention.

"Weiss! Weiss! I-I'm here! I'm here..."

She fumbled to find her girlfriend's hands, which were both curled limply at her stomach in a vain effort to cover the wound. They were both stained with blood.

Pyrrha squeezed them gently, watching as her own tears dripped down onto her girlfriend's small hands. Weiss' eyes tried to focus on her, but there was a thick haze in them as they shifted in and out of focus beneath the bright lights.

A small, bubbling cough forced its way up her throat.

"P-Pyrr-ha..."

"Shh..." The champion gently – gently – squeezed Weiss' hands and sobbed. "Don't try to talk. Please just... just breathe, okay? Stay awake. I'm going to- to help you..."

Weiss blinked, and more tears were pushed out as her eyelashes met the rise of her pale cheeks. She nodded, but even that tiny motion caused her to cough again.

Pyrrha stilled her so she wouldn't convulse again, lightly pressing a hand to Weiss' collar.

She tried to push down the panic as best she could and concentrate now.

Weiss needed her.

She focused on her palm, paying attention to the way Weiss' chest moved as she gasped for breath, trying to discern if there was blood in her lungs. If she used her aura on Weiss, she wanted to heal the worst of the damage first and foremost.

She could feel a small gurgle to Weiss' breath, but as things were now, she didn't believe it was enough to drown her.

There was a slight floundering feeling as well, and she recognized it as Weiss' aura. It was flitting about, straining as it attempted to tend to the wound in her side while also trying to fix the issues in her breathing, and still maintain its natural protection around the rest of her body.

Her heart was already beating far too thickly, and painfully hard from the combination of the pain and terror. Any more stress on her body and Weiss might very well lose consciousness.

If that happened, Pyrrha wasn't sure if she'd be able to bring her back.

Balancing her hands over Weiss' wound, she unlocked her aura immediately and let it flow through her arms to the tips of her fingers. With a bit of effort, she got it to transfer onto Weiss, pushing it against the flow of blood pouring out, trying to keep as much of it inside as possible.

Automatically, Weiss' body relaxed just a bit. Now with two auras inside her body, the pain had lessened. The addition of Pyrrha's foreign but familiar one allowed Weiss' own to stop straining so much.

Weiss swallowed dryly, closing her eyes to do the best she could to breathe as Pyrrha had asked her to.

Pyrrha longed to keep her eyes open to monitor Weiss' condition. But seeing the look of excruciating distress and anguish on her face only served to distract her.

She needed to focus. For Weiss' sake.

But she glanced at Weiss one more time, fully comprehending that it very well might be the last time if things should go awry. She sobbed, letting more tears fall into the white fabrics of the heiress' dress.

"Please... hang on..."

She kept the image of Weiss in her mind, lying there, pale and shattered and caked in her own blood. It was heartbreaking and harrowing, like seeing a fairy with her wings torn off, or a unicorn shot by an arrow, bleeding out...

Pyrrha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Weiss needed her.

She pushed herself to focus on healing, not fretting.

She could feel her aura entwining with Weiss', helping it to attack the festering wound inside her chest.

As Pyrrha mentally detached herself from her own body, she could focus more on Weiss'.

She recognized the bones and muscles that had been torn, and extended her aura towards them, letting it wash over them like water on flames. She could feel Weiss' heart, shuddering with every beat.

Weiss' blood was pulsing, some of it trying to rush out of the hole the bullet had created. But Pyrrha eased it back, guiding it to where it should've been, back into her veins. She reached out, letting her aura follow the path to Weiss' pulse, where it curled gently over her heart to calm it.

Now, she was much more aware of Weiss' body, and she allowed her aura to guide her to the source of the pain.

She could feel it, especially with her semblance. The bullet had just barely pierced Weiss' left lung, and with every hitched breath, the hole was torn slightly larger.

Pyrrha knew she had to do something quickly.

She wasn't confident enough in her abilities to use her semblance to remove the bullet completely. She feared doing so would only let Weiss bleed faster if there were no other medical personnel immediately on-scene. She suspected they were on their way, but right now, Pyrrha couldn't afford to risk it.

But at the very least, she managed to wrap her semblance around the bullet. With great care and precision, she pulled it back ever so slightly, away from Weiss' lung.

The girl shrieked a strangled cry and jolted, causing Pyrrha to firmly hold her down.

"Sorry... I'm sorry..."

Weeping apologies, she sent her aura in to begin mending the tear in Weiss' lung.

As the seconds ticked by, Pyrrha could feel the minor improvements in the girl's breathing. She reopened her eyes and looked Weiss over.

Sweat coated her skin, and tears still fell down the sides of her face. But the blood flow had staunched almost completely.

A prickle of relief lit in Pyrrha's stomach, but she made sure not to get ahead of herself. She had to keep giving Weiss her aura, and ensure she didn't close up the entrance wound entirely, lest she trap the bullet inside.

But it had gotten to the point where she felt safe enough to lessen the flow of her aura and cover the wound with only one of her hands.

Her other palm was bloodied, and she promptly wiped it on the floor as best she could while another sob racked her body. She used her free hand to find and cover both of Weiss', giving a soft squeeze.

"Weiss? Weiss, love? If you can hear me please- please just hold on. Just focus on my voice, okay?"

She gave one more squeeze to Weiss' knuckles, then let go, instead deciding to shift her position a bit. Pyrrha slipped her free hand beneath Weiss' head and cradled her against her lap.

"You're going to be okay, Weiss."

Leaning forward, she pressed a small, brief kiss to the girl's trembling lips. Weiss whimpered.

"Py-"

"Shh... Don't talk. Just breathe. You're going to be fine."

She just kept repeating herself to calm Weiss down, having her relax as much as possible.

She did this for what seemed like hours, until at last the sounds of the room registered with her once more.

Winter's voice was calling out their names, and when Pyrrha turned her head, she could see there were medical personnel approaching rapidly behind Weiss' sister.

Relief flooded over her in strong waves. She'd managed to keep Weiss conscious and breathing long enough.

As the medic hurried onto the stage, Winter coaxed Pyrrha away from her sister to let them work. The woman's eyes were fixed on Weiss, clearly longing to reach out and touch her, but she needed to let the others do their job.

"Nikos..." Winter supported her and helped her to her feet, then guided her away a few steps. "How- How is she? Is she-?"

"She's going to make it," Pyrrha reassured her. "I healed her as much as I could without risking lodging the bullet. She might've lost consciousness, but she's not in any danger anymore."

Hearing her words, Winter brought a hand to her mouth and sighed.

"Thank goodness..." Her eyes flicked back to Pyrrha's. "You saved her life... Damn it. It's my fault. Security wasn't tight enough. We didn't-"

"Winter, please," Pyrrha presented her with a small smile. "It's over now. Weiss wouldn't want you to blame yourself for this. You know that."

Pyrrha didn't know Winter very well personally, but she knew enough to understand that the woman had probably never shown such a vulnerable side of herself like this to anyone in years. She was frazzled enough by the incident – she didn't need more guilt on top of it all.

Winter sighed again.

"You're right... It seems you understand her even better than I ever did." She reached out, softly brushing the backs of her fingers over the trails of tears on Pyrrha's cheeks. "Thank you for saving my sister. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"You don't have to," Pyrrha reassured her. "Just this is enough, honestly."

Winter searched her eyes for a moment, then dipped her head.

"You're an amazing young woman, Pyrrha Nikos. And there's no one else I'd rather have standing by my sister's side."

Pyrrha didn't know what it was that made her start to cry again.

Perhaps it was the release of all the stress now that the ordeal had ended.

Perhaps it had been the emotion behind Winter's trusting words.

Or perhaps it had been because she was reminded of just how much she loved Weiss.

She began to weep softly, and Winter stayed beside her, giving orders to whomever was available to assist them.

Pyrrha remembered being led outside into a small vehicle, where she eventually faded out of consciousness.

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All she could see was Weiss, lying there motionless on the stage, drowning in red.

Pyrrha did all she could, but it was never enough.

She couldn't save her.

She couldn't even speak.

She couldn't do anything...

When she opened her eyes, she wasn't on that stage anymore. There were softly glowing lights above her, pale-colored walls, a quiet air all around.

She blinked a few times to get adjusted to everything, opening her mouth slightly to try and pop the bubbly sensation ringing in her ears. A muffled voice spoke nearby, and Pyrrha flashed her eyes in the direction of the speaker.

"Well, it's about time."

Winter's words weren't spoken ill-naturedly, but rather with an affectionate smile on her lips. If she were this calm, that told Pyrrha that Weiss must've been all right.

But even so, she needed to know for certain.

"Winter..." She pushed herself up from the bed, glad to find she wasn't tied down by monitors or wires. Pillows were propped up behind her as she moved a hand to her head and groaned. "What about-"

"Weiss is fine," Winter assured her before she could worry. "Thanks to you. By sharing your aura with her so skillfully and responding so quickly, they say you really did save her life, Nikos. I can't even begin to express my gratitude."

Pyrrha blinked heavily and shook her head a bit.

"I only want one thing."

Winter held her gaze sternly.

"Name it."

Pyrrha could only manage a desperate whisper.

"Let me see her."

Of course, Winter hadn't expected anything else from the girl who loved her sister so dearly. She knew Pyrrha loved Weiss as much as Winter herself did, only it was a different kind of love. She stood from her bedside chair and sighed.

"I should have known. I just came from seeing her myself, actually. She was barely conscious, but all she did was ask for you and cry. It broke my heart. So I had to leave her and tell her to rest. I promised her I'd come back with you when you were awake. But first, we need to make sure you're able to be up and about."

Pyrrha was already peeling the sheets off herself, finding she'd been dressed in robes.

"I'll just need a minute."

She felt a little dizzy, but it was nothing serious. They'd probably treated her with aura supplements after she'd given so much of it to Weiss.

Winter offered her arm to help support the girl. Pyrrha found a pair of slippers beside her bed and promptly slipped into them, then got to standing with Winter's assistance.

Pyrrha's dizziness faded at the prospect of getting to see Weiss again, and they were heading out the door within minutes.

Weiss' room was just next door. Winter spoke briefly with a nurse outside the room, and that woman looked Pyrrha over quickly to ensure she was fine before allowing them both entry.

The second Pyrrha saw Weiss lying in the bed with the IV hooked up to her arm, so still and small in robes that looked to big for her...

She understood what Winter had meant about it breaking her heart.

"Oh..." Tears rose up to her eyes instantly, and she put a hand to her mouth. "Oh, Weiss..."

"Don't worry too much," Winter murmured. "It's not as bad as it looks. She's just severely fatigued from the blood loss, but she's recovering. Other than that, she's fine. Trust me. I've asked."

A bit more reassured now, Pyrrha slowly made her way over to a chair that had been pulled up to Weiss' bed, presumably one Winter had sat in up until now. Once Pyrrha was settled, Winter remained on her feet and leaned over her sister's frail form.

"Weiss, sweetie?" She reached out and ever-so-gently tapped her shoulder.

A few seconds later, Weiss' blue eyes blinked open, lashes fluttering tiredly.

"Win... ter..."

"Yes, dear. Pyrrha is here for you now. I've brought her just like I'd promised."

Weiss' response was an emotional whimper, and Pyrrha heard the beeping of the heart monitor increase a bit. Weiss struggled to free her arms from the blankets.

Winter hushed her and carefully assisted her in rolling the sheets down a bit, cautioning her all the while.

But rather than try to push herself up, Weiss did something else.

She reached her shaking arms up around Winter's shoulders and pulled her down into a small embrace.

Winter had done this for her before, but that had been in privacy. But even now with Pyrrha present, she felt no shame at all in hugging her little sister. She wrapped Weiss in her arms as tightly as she dared, sighing in relief to have her back.

"There's my little snowpea."

Winter both felt and heard Weiss giggle a little bit.

She waited a moment, keeping Weiss close, letting her feel as warm as possible until her sister's arms began to slip away. Winter made sure to kiss her forehead before guiding her back down to her pillows.

"I'll leave you two now," Winter said, straightening up a bit. "But please, call for me if anything happens. I'll be just outside."

This part was directed at Pyrrha, who nodded seriously.

"I will. Don't worry."

Winter dipped her head, then turned back to her sister. "Please take it easy. You're still recovering. You need rest."

Weiss sighed, her voice nothing more than a whispered rasp as she replied.

"I... w-will... Thank you, W-Winter..."

She sounded so feeble, but it was more from sleep-deprivation than anything else after the experience she'd had.

Winter lingered a moment longer, letting her hand find her sister's and squeeze gently. Then, she turned away, and with one last shared look with Pyrrha, took her leave of the room.

The instant she was gone, Pyrrha moved her chair as close as possible to the bed.

"Weiss... Weiss, I'm here..."

Sky-blue eyes locked with emerald, and Weiss was already crying. Again, Pyrrha heard the spike in the monitor, and she feared if it got to be too much, it could pose a threat to Weiss' condition. Quickly, she reached out and covered her girlfriend's exposed hands with her own.

"Weiss, it's all right. It's all right now. I promise. You don't have to cry... I'm worried about you..."

She could tell that these weren't all tears of joy for being reunited with Pyrrha. There was a lot of fear as well. Pyrrha leaned in close and softly kissed her brow.

"What is it? What's making you upset? You can tell me, Weiss. When you're ready. Just take it slowly. Breathe."

As she spoke, she stroked her fingers through Weiss' loose white hair to calm her down. She squeezed Weiss' hands again, then leaned forward to kiss them each.

She waited a moment for Weiss' breathing to slow, until she could try and attempt speaking again.

"I was just-" She sniffled heavily, her voice breaking on a sob.

Pyrrha quieted her, gingerly tracing a palm over Weiss' chest, making absolutely sure to avoid the wound hidden beneath the fabrics and bandages on her side.

"Take your time," she whispered. "I'm not going anywhere, Weiss. I'll be right here. I promise."

She was certain Weiss had spent the past several hours lying here with doctors and nurses looming above her.

So Pyrrha did her best to make her presence less intimidating. She lowered herself down, resting her cheek on Weiss' shoulder gently, making sure not to put too much pressure on her. This way, Weiss could talk and cry as she needed to, and not worry about making eye contact or fret about people seeing her upset.

Pyrrha slipped one arm beneath the girl's shoulders to support her head, threading fingers through Weiss' hair in the way she knew would calm her down best. Her other hand continued to rub circles over her collar to ease her breathing.

The ministrations seemed to work, because a moment later, Weiss had found her voice once more.

"I was just... so scared..."

That was all she could manage before the tears came back full-force.

Pyrrha cooed and whispered to her, doing everything within her power to help.

"I can't imagine what it must have been like," she whispered. "The pain you must've gone through. I'm so sorry."

She kissed Weiss' cheek and pulled herself closer as Winter had done, embracing Weiss loosely.

The heiress grunted and attempted to turn herself onto her good side, fighting past the aching numbness to do so. Pyrrha helped her move as she wished, making sure she didn't strain herself. Weiss turned to face her and reached out, pulling Pyrrha in as much as she could manage.

"But I know... you were scared, too. You were... in pain, too..."

Pyrrha whimpered, flinched.

Weiss was the first person, even before Pyrrha herself, to acknowledge those things.

It was her turn to cry now.

Turning her face, she nuzzled into Weiss' shoulder, squeezing her softly.

"I was..." she murmured. "When I saw you like that... bleeding... I was so scared..."

And it was Weiss' turn to offer comfort.

Slowly, she shifted as to not aggravate her wound, reaching out to curl her arms around Pyrrha's back and shoulders. She pulled her in and kissed her head many times.

"You saved my life..."

Pyrrha sobbed against her chest.

"Without you, I'd have no life to live."

Weiss sniffled and hugged her closer. Pyrrha returned the embrace as best she could given both of their positions.

Weiss was cradling her head close to her chest, and the familiar scent of serene snowy landscapes filled her lungs. And yet, Pyrrha had never been warmer in her entire life.

She cried softly into Weiss' collar while the heiress did the same into Pyrrha's shoulder.

All the while, Pyrrha could hear the speedy beeping of the heart monitor as Weiss' emotions ran high.

But the loud sounds of the machine held no comparison to the actual thing.

Pyrrha turned her face slightly, until her ear had settled comfortably against the center of Weiss' chest.

It wasn't difficult to pinpoint her pulse. It fluttered just beneath Pyrrha's ear, a full, strong, fast beat, one that was unmistakably alive. It was a little scared, but the time for fear had passed.

More than anything, it was relieved, full of love and life. It was a soft, subtle, pleasant sound, a rhythm Pyrrha knew very well by now.

She loved it so much.

She loved Weiss so much.

Weiss was pressing kisses onto the side of her head and all through her hair. Pyrrha wanted to do the same, but she didn't want to stop listening yet.

Every time she tried to pull away from Weiss' pulse, the space and silence left around her ear felt unnatural, and she had to listen again.

She did her best to kiss Weiss' chest, be it over her robes or along the exposed white skin of her collar and neck. She kissed wherever she could, occasionally pausing a moment to cry a little more. She could feel Weiss' warm tears seeping into her shoulder as well, but now she knew they were only good tears.

Pyrrha lost track of time. It didn't matter. Nothing else in the world did, other than Weiss.

But eventually, the heartbeat beneath her ear took on a slower pace, and the rise and fall of Weiss' breath became deeper.

She must've been so tired.

Pyrrha listened and held her for a few more minutes, able to feel Weiss' arms going limp around her.

At last, she pulled herself away and sat up once more, letting a few more tears fall down onto the mattress. She looked Weiss over, from the ruffled sheets over her legs to the ruffled robes over her torso.

Pyrrha thought she might've been cold, so she took care in smoothing the girl's clothes out for her, adjusting the collar and sleeves to cover her chest and wrists. She gathered Weiss' luscious hair and positioned it over one of her shoulders, so she wouldn't roll on it or tug it in her sleep if she moved.

Weiss' eyelids had closed, but the little whimpers told Pyrrha she was still conscious, defiant to sleep until she'd done all she had to do for Pyrrha.

The crimson-haired girl made absolutely certain not to touch Weiss' sore side-

-until Weiss surprised her.

Her smaller hand managed to find one of Pyrrha's, and guided her to the exact spot over her ribcage. Pyrrha didn't want to pull away, but she was worried.

"Weiss? A-Are you sure? Doesn't it hurt?"

Slowly, Weiss blinked her eyes open again. Smiling, she shook her head.

"No. It hasn't hurt at all... since you've healed it. Even when the doctors tended to me. It never hurt."

Puzzled, Pyrrha allowed her hand to rest over Weiss' wound. She was still concerned. Had that part of Weiss' body been paralyzed by the bullet? Was it functioning properly?

"Weiss, are you sure? Can you... can you feel anything?"

Weiss nodded calmly.

"Yes. But not pain. Only warmth. It's been... so warm, ever since you shared your aura with me. My entire chest has been so warm. My heart. Everything. It's never faded for a second. I feel... so safe. You're here with me, Pyrrha. And also here."

She lifted her free hand to lay it over her heart, and another tear trickled down her cheek.

Pyrrha felt she understood now. There was nothing to worry about anymore.

Relieved, she leaned over Weiss and gently pressed her lips to the spot above the wound. She shared just a tiny bit more of her aura with Weiss as she did so.

A tingle ran through herself, and through Weiss as well, something warm and pleasant that only they could share.

Weiss closed her eyes again, but her hand fumbled to grasp Pyrrha's.

"Pyrrha... I want to give you mine, too. Please."

Hesitantly, the taller girl checked Weiss' heart monitor.

"Weiss, it can wait. You need to regain your strength right now. You need to rest. I'll stay in this hospital until they release you, too. I won't leave until you do. I'll never leave your side again. So we can do it later, can't we?"

But she wasn't surprised when Weiss cracked her eyes open again and shook her head.

"Just a little. Please."

Pyrrha couldn't say no to her a second time.

"...All right. But just a little. Please."

Carefully, she leaned down over Weiss, letting their stomachs and chests brush lightly, sharing a bit more warmth between them. Closing her eyes, Pyrrha pressed her lips to Weiss' with tender affection.

Weiss kissed her in return, as best she could, given her fatigue. She activated her aura and passed it through her lips to Pyrrha.

To Weiss, Pyrrha's aura was powerful and warm, like liquid rays of sunlight, keeping her safe.

To Pyrrha, Weiss' aura was small and cool, but not overwhelming. It was like a stream flowing through a forest – something that just fit naturally.

It was so perfect.

Pyrrha drank her in, feeling the flow of that stream follow the blood in her veins, until it was swirling around her heart. She let a bit more of her own aura transfer to Weiss, so they may experience this bliss together.

Their hearts beat as one for a long a moment.

At last, as much as she hated to, Pyrrha needed to pull away. She feared Weiss was straining herself a bit too much, and wanted her to get her strength back.

But she was still sure to gaze fondly down at her, with love shimmering in her eyes.

"Thank you, Weiss. Thank you so much. You're so beautiful."

She wiped her own eyes, then brushed away Weiss' tears with her thumb. The singer smiled back up at her.

"I love you, Pyrrha."

"I love you, too, Weiss."

Pyrrha leaned in one last time to kiss her scarred cheek, coaxing Weiss to close her eyes. "Rest now. And don't worry about anything. Everything's fine now. I can assure you that. I'll stay here with you. I won't leave this building until you can as well. I promise."

At last, Weiss closed her eyes, and let out a long, long sigh.

Pyrrha dabbed away the last of the girl's tears, then pulled the blankets back up over her to keep her as warm as possible.

But even without blankets herself, Pyrrha could still feel that warmth in her heart, the warmth Weiss had given her. And she knew Weiss could feel hers, as well.

Pyrrha sat there a while longer, holding Weiss' hand, keeping a close eye on her chest and listening to her heart rate as it slowed.

When at last she was asleep, Pyrrha kissed the back of her hand one last time before standing and heading for the door.

She knew there would be a lot to deal with tomorrow. Weiss might be scared to perform again, but Pyrrha was determined to help her if she needed it. She'd do whatever she could.

At the very least, she knew now that she'd make sure to spend much more time with Weiss other than just a few date nights and performances a month.

The future was going to be pleasantly busy with plans of seeing Weiss as often as possible.

But for now, they just needed to rest, and focus on that warmth in their hearts.

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A/N: There will be an epilogue as well!