[ there was a brief moment there, when he'd shouted at her and she felt the ground beneath her rumble under the vibrations of his engine (???), that weiss was vividly aware of the lack of myrtenaster's weight at her hip. she'd been foolish to think she wouldn't need her sword during an event in a place like this, but she will at least still have her semblance. her stance shifts just a little in that moment — from something indignant to something much more defensive — but then he goes and actually apologizes (and it sounds like he means it, too) and weiss is left wondering how to feel all over again. ]
...it's fine.
[ she could still be angry, but what good would it do. she sounds suddenly tired and despondent, going so far as to take a few steps and plop down on a nearby bench, its old wood only further dirtying her dress. ]
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...it's fine.
[ she could still be angry, but what good would it do. she sounds suddenly tired and despondent, going so far as to take a few steps and plop down on a nearby bench, its old wood only further dirtying her dress. ]
It's not like it really matters anymore, anyway.