Nice braid. Blake's words echoed in her mind. After everything that happened, that was what Blake had to say. Then again, it wasn't like Weiss could think of anything to say either. There was such intense anxiety built up inside of her that she honestly felt a little nauseous. The desperate desire not to feel like that about her friend was heartbreaking and for a second Weiss looked like she was going to breakdown crying.

"I didn't know what else to do with it."

It was true. It wasn't like she did a great packing job, and just tying it up felt weird. The weight felt off. At least if it was braided, it pulled differently. It felt different, like Weiss did. It was why she was out running instead of doing normal training, too. She just wanted to run until that runners high kicked in, so she stopped feeling anything other than adrenaline. Maybe then she'd have the strength to try to move forward with something, if she felt different enough. She wasn't supposed to run into Blake, or anyone, before she could figure out how to.

But she wasn't running now.

"Are you.." Okay didn't feel like the right word. Obviously she was safe, or at least as safe as Weiss was. "Training?"