she turns, faces the man. the smile softly fades away, but not replaced with a frown, there’s simply an absence of the previously almost permanent feature. for a moment, yang knows she doesn’t know what to say to that. ruby– she doesn’t know how she is; it’s been torturing her to know that her own injury had gotten in the way of providing comfort for who she was closest to. the others are gone, a fleeting feeling of helplessness flashes by, but her closed eyes easily conceal a majority of it. “pretty disarmed. alarmed.”
she pulls a laugh from herself and lilac eyes are once again visible, directed towards qrow as she looks over him. “it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt very much anymore. mostly numb, thank gods.” the girl wants to inquire further as to why she’s been.. graced with his presence, but simply goes through the normal questioning instead. “come to tell me more about your conquests? ooh, or play a game? or did you come to talk about that chick’s skirt again? – please tell me you didn’t come here to talk about a skirt.”