[ If it was one of those times, when things get really weird here near the end of the month, Blake would probably think that she's just an illusion. But it's new arrivals time (which, okay, that's also a time when things always get weird here but...) ...She gives a small smile. Hello again indeed. Somehow Blake's outfit has changed since they last saw each other, wow, she really should get another jacket here sometime... ]

Doesn't look like it...

[Isn't that how she pretended everything to be just before dying too like wow, okay, Pyrrha, excuse you but people actually care about you and don't say that. Blake glares right back at the doll. You stop what you're doing too, creep.]¨

. . . I don't think it's just a doll. Or completely harmless either.

[ ...Hey guess who also learned about magic existing even back home and then got thrown into this world, where magic is everywhere? The cat Faunus listens and that doll thing is getting even creepier. So glad she didn't touch them at all. But speaking of touching... ]

It probably can't. [So that's nice. NOPING THE HELL OUT OF FLASHBACKS OF TRYING TO REASON AGAINST ALL THE BULLSHIT BACK HOME.] But umm, considering how this world seems to work with the moonlacing and Chroma thing...

[Hugging her out of nowhere would be weird, though hand holding may be too little to make it stop. But it'd be something for a start... So, Blake offers her hand towards Pyrrha.]

Hold that, let's test something.

[More like let's test that theory but ehh, words and Blake.]