The first time Neo actually needed to be healed, he was still at the house. She skipped in like she wasn't trailing blood and looked at him inquisitively.

It certainly wasn't life threatening, but he was going to be a faster and cleaner fix than just her aura could manage. A hospital might give her stitches, and he negated the need.

A quick use of his semblance later, she was back to full health, as well as overflowing with aura.

She waved as she left, texting him a "Thanks" as the door closed behind her.

Jaune decided that he was getting use to her, seeing as he hadn't even panicked when she strolled in.

"I'm going to have to clean up the blood though." He said to himself resignedly.

~Line Break~

He dealt with a few more minor wounds, but she seemed more than capable of keeping herself hearty and healthy. At most, she would have gotten a few scars that she didn't have.

At least, until she came in one day, a frown in place of her ever present smile.

"What's wrong?" Jaune asked, immediately noticing her mood.

A sign flickered into existence, reading "I'm going to need you closer by. Within ten minutes flying, or somewhere in the city."

Jaune felt his guts shift in a way he couldn't quite name. "Why?"

The sign changed. "There's a change in operations. It's looking like it'll be a little more dangerous, and some people are going to possibly be tailing me. They'll wonder why I'm going so far, and it should be for just a couple months."

Jaune sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I can move, I guess. I'll need to be close to the outskirts if you can manage it... and I can't be too close to Beacon."

Neo blinked, changing her eye colors between her eyes as she was want to do. "Why not? You a sex offender?"

Jaune laughed suddenly until he coughed. "No- no. People at Beacon might recognize me and try to let my dad know where I am."

Neo cocked her head to the side. "Your dad?" she asked.

Jaune quirked a brow at her. "Huh? I guess I never told you, but I thought it would be obvious with my gear. I'm the only male scion of the Arc family."

Neo was somewhat aware of history, enough to recognize the name Arc, at least. One of the heroes of the Color War, and had a statue in the middle of Beacon.

It explained the sigil on his shield, even if she had yet to actually see it fully extended.

"The yellow death." Her sign read in realization.

"Yea. If Beacon staff sees me, they might recognize me and inform my father. From there, it could be anywhere from four hours to never that I would get found and dragged home, depending on if he cares and whether he lets my sisters know."

"It's fine. I have a place on the other side of Vale from Beacon, towards the edge of the city. It's close enough." Her sign read.

Jaune nodded. "Okay."

~Line Break~

The new place wasn't as overly grandiose as the last. It was a simple 2 bedroom apartment, kind of tucked away from any main roads or routes.

It was, however, more than half an hour to walk to leave the safety of the city, and Jaune realized that the trip would make the increased danger Neo had informed him of be difficult to respond to, if he was too far away to be able to help her immediately.

So, he needed a vehicle. Out of the two vehicles that he could get for himself to use outside of the city's walls, he figured he'd have more of a struggle using a bullhead than a motorcycle.

Getting the vehicle was easy. Told the salesman what he wanted and offered to pay in cash, and he had a nice bike with a long warranty without much trouble. The contract seemed to be based on some kind of school kid, talked about fender benders and crap. Good thing the only problems Jaune was thinking of were Grimm damages, which were thoughtfully included on the off chance that he saw any Grimm.

Either way, he now could delve into the thick of Grimm infested woods again. Only... Vale was pretty well protected. Grimm hardly even tried to attack unless they were passing through, and long range weaponry picked them off long before they were a problem.

Why were the Grimm still in control of over 90% of the available land when companies like Schnee Dust were producing so much dust that shops could afford to stockpile it instead of directly giving it to the Hunters and Huntresses?

Were Grimm a valid threat or not? The city of Vale itself was packed, so why were there not more cities with more supply lines?

Hell, he could kill Grimm pretty easily and he'd barely been gone two or three months. Why was it that they were considered so dangerous?

The barest glint of light caught his attention, and Jaune twitched to the right. His eyes locked onto a cloaked figure's on a neighboring rooftop that had a rifle scoped at his direction. They hadn't fired, there was no smoking gun, but a look of understanding passed between the two.

I caught you, but I can't make it over there before you run away.

You caught me, and I have more information now. You won't stop me from delivering it.

Since when did Jaune have to deal with people too?