[ She isn't, as a matter of fact. She's quiet and still, content in this temporary respite from her shattered mood. But she can't sleep. She's too tired for it, if anything - it's an exhaustion too deep for something as flimsiness as sleepiness to crack it. Every time she thinks she might relax enough to nod off, she remembers.
This isn't any different, even if Jaune's voice is a welcome distraction. Pyrrha cracks her eyes open and peers up at him. Again, she's beckoning him to continue his story. ]
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This isn't any different, even if Jaune's voice is a welcome distraction. Pyrrha cracks her eyes open and peers up at him. Again, she's beckoning him to continue his story. ]
You helped her?