[ I've noticed nobody from that place is especially sorry to have left it. He's... not wrong. There is a part of Blake that's quietly aching from being away from Remnant. She misses Yang, and Weiss, and her parents, and her home. She doesn't like being the only Faunus in Trench. But where she'd expect to find a need to get back and continue fighting in the war, that part is curiously empty. Lacking.

Trench is strange and scary and complicated, but is it worse than the war they were losing?

Break's comment about Qrow missing his cooking seems to imply a relationship far deeper than merely being separate Uncles to two women who are now married. Huh. Blake had always assumed that Qrow was so chronically detached that he'd never get into a relationship, but it's nice to hear that he has. She hopes they're happy; Qrow deserves that, and much more. ]

You can do this with Darkblood?

[ Blake sounds shocked, gently smoothing her thumb over the handle of the cup before she takes a sip of tea. It's excellent tea, much to her pleasure. She smiles a little, sheepish. ]

I've only just started figuring Darkblood out. I was able to change reality a tiny little bit. I must have been thinking too small.