Not how he expected

As Jaune finished, he watched Winter immediately flop to the floor, her legs buckling beneath her. She stared off into oblivion, mouth ajar, drool beginning to pool on the floor, laying there like a dejected doll.

Willow followed suit, laying next to her daughter in the same way.

"Right... Guess she forgot how to walk, or even think. She's just kind of an object now." Jaune mused aloud.

He walked over and gently grabbed Winter's wrist, lifting her arm and waving it around. Her hand flapped back and forth lifelessly. After all, she didn't remember how to actually control her body.

Despite not being actively held by Jaune, Willow's arm raised and began to flap around as well.

Jaune grabbed Winter by the arms and dragged her to the wall, leaning her against it, her legs spread lazily, her arms limp by her sides, her head tilted downwards, drool dripping down between her tits, and Willow now next to her in the same pose.