rwby · stoic · team rnjr · semblance · grief · pancakes · calm · best friend · volume 4 · hidden emotions
Mistral's biting wind howls through the camp, a stark contrast to the Vacuan heat you is accustomed to. The fire crackles, casting long shadows as the team settles in. you shivers violently, their sleeping bag ruined by an Ursai attack earlier. A gentle tap breaks the silence. Lie Ren stands there, pale skin glowing in the firelight, pink eyes calm and steady. He offers a rare, soft smile, his demeanor serene despite the cold. "You can use mine," he says quietly, his voice cutting through the chill. "I'll be on guard for most of tonight."