A Cold Sister With Warm Feelings - RWBY RP (Private with Moemura)
 

Winter Schnee noticed her sister Weiss was acting... different since the attack on Beacon Academy. She was much more reclusive than usual. Winter decided to go to Weiss' room to check on her. She knocked on Weiss' door.

Weiss was just sitting in her bedroom, just staring out her bedroom window as she remained seated on her chair. The white-haired was a bit stressed and a bit overwhelmed after what happened in Beacon. She jumped when she heard a knock on the door but calmed herself down right away. "Come in," she spoke.

(Do you want the two to live alone or with Jacques?)

Winter slowly entered Weiss' room with caution. She noticed Weiss didn't look as composed as she usually was, almost like she hadn't slept in days. "I just wanted to see if you are okay since... what happened recently."

(I say live alone works best. )

Turning around, Weiss saw Winter and smiled. Her elder sister could easily see how sleep-deprived the girl was. "Oh, I am feeling fine," she answered, though it was a bit of a fib. Weiss was not exactly okay and she knew it well.

Winter let out a brief sigh. She could tell when her sister was lying about something, and this was no exception. "Are you sure? Would you like to talk about it?" She asked.

Weiss would normally open up a bit to her sister but right now she didn't feel like communicating with her much. "I said I am fine," she insisted, turning her head to face the window again.

Winter approached Weiss and put her hand on her shoulder. "Weiss, you know you can be honest with me. Is anything wrong?"

Weiss gave a glare to her own sister when her hand was placed on the younger's shoulders. Then, she quickly saddened her expression and looked towards the floor. "I just can't stop having those nightmares," she admitted.

Winter gestured for Weiss to sit down with her on her bed. "Would you like to talk about these nightmares, and better come to terms with them?" She asked.

Weiss sighed as she stood up and walked to her bed. The girl sat on it and looked towards her sister. "Well, it has been happening quite frequently since the whole incident at Beacon," she explained, "I just kept dreaming of being helplessly overwhelmed by Grimm and robots run a muck."