They have to leave the forest, first!

"...tempting as that is," he said slowly. "We still have a mission to complete."

Pyrrha blinked, but then nodded. "Fair enough, Master! I suppose we'll have time later!"

"So, um... Can you look as you did before? With legs and your old clothes?" Jaune asked her.

"Of course, Master!" Pyrrha chirped. "How long do you want me to have my legs for?"

"Just have them whenever you want or need them," he responded, a bit confused by her query. "Why, do you need my permission or something?"

"Yes, Master!" Pyrrha smiled as she reformed her legs, the smoke tail detaching from the lamp, and coalescing back into her feet. "I'll explain more if you want, but we seem to be in a hurry!"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Save that for later. Your clothes now... And can you still fight?"

"Of course, Master!" she replied enthusiastically, dispelling her silk garb, leaving her naked save the jewelry that was once part of her armor. Jaune blushed at the sight, but it only lasted a moment before her old clothing rematerialized, and the jewelry seamlessly converted back into armor. "I still have all of my old fighting skills," she assured him. "I guess you could say that I'm a lover, AND a fighter now!" she joked. "I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty of keeping the other alterations the lamp made to my body though," she added, gesturing to her still slightly enhanced curves and lack of even a little bit of body hair, or skin blemishes.

"...I think it's subtle enough that someone who knew you personally would have to take a decent look at you to notice anything odd," he nodded, and they got moving, once he had stowed the lamp.

"We should be careful, Master," Pyrrha told him, her weapon ready. "The lamp kind of attracts Grimm."

"Wait, what?" Jaune asked, suddenly very nervous, looking about frantically. "What do you mean, "kind of?""

"It gives off a faint aura that attracts their attention. About the same as small amounts of negative emotions so we'd have to be pretty close already to one before we were in trouble... I'm not sure why though, said aura doesn't really compare the usual negative emotions that usually attract them... Although now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have told you that," she added sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head, realizing that Jaune's sudden nervousness and anxiety was probably more of a beacon for Grimm than the lamp was.

"You think!?" he groaned.