Vale rubbed his forehead as he sat up in bed.
'Why did I dream of Fleur?'
Vale looked around for Salome, finding her still asleep in her bed.
'Wait, what was I thinking about?'
Who cares?
'It probably wasn't important if I forgot it that easily.'
Ever since saving Ximena at the cost of her right arm and nearly all of her Aether, Salome had been comatose. Runcal had healed her the best he could and stemmed the bleeding. Knowing her, she'd probably wake up soon.
'But why is it so chilly?!'
Vale rubbed his shoulders and drew the comforter to his chest.
When he remembered the reason, a warm smile crept onto his face.
'This was almost the best-case scenario, wasn't it?'
Ximena and Salome lived.
Salome showed she was changing — or perhaps that she hadn't changed at all.
He also got Jaune's spear, which turned out to be quite the formidable Item — SR-ranked, at that.
The only thing that Vale felt could have gone better was, y'know, Salome not losing an arm.
