Claymore, Cynthia/Yuma, make her forget her hero-worship for a moment
Cynthia wasn't all-seeing like Tabitha was fast becoming, but she could see that Yuma's crush on hero-worship of Clare was unhealthy and irritating. Even Deneve rolled her eyes when Yuma insisted on accompanying Clare on her forays into the ruined towns, and if something other than Helen could make Deneve react, then--well.
Cynthia watched, and waited, and waited, and waited until the training schedule had her and Yuma going off alone to fight. Once they were an appreciable distance from the group (well out of Tabitha's range), Cynthia attacked first, and Yuma parried and cried, "That's not fair!"
"Youma aren't fair," Cynthia said, doing her best deadpan Clare impression and putting some more pressure on the sword to drive Yuma back a few more feet in the snow. "Awakened beings aren't fair." And then she tripped the other girl, grabbed her claymore by the blade, and tossed it to the side. "See?"
"Ah," Yuma started, looking up wide-eyed and with childlike incomprehension. Cynthia wasn't entirely sure why she was doing what she was doing, but she knew that she had to knock some sense into Yuma's head. So, she buried her claymore in the snow and straddled Yuma's hips and grabbed Yuma by her hair to kiss her, gently. She had done this with boys when she was human, but she was long out of practise and Yuma was enthusiastic but woefully clumsy.
The snow was not cold when they lay in it, but it was uncomfortable and it coated Yuma's hands as she pulled Cynthia's top down and groped her breasts. She murmured, "Cl--" into Cynthia's mouth but stopped herself in time, and Cynthia did not care.