clover’s steps were slow, leaning heavily against qrow as they moved from his bed in the infirmary to the balcony overlooking atlas.   he may have been in pain, but clover couldn’t stomach spending another moment cooped up inside.   being injured had its many downfalls, however, and before clover could reach the balcony, he tugged at qrow’s sleeve.     ❛     can we slow up a second?  i just need to catch my breath.     ❜