Yang simply swallowed her emotions and gently picked the coffin in which the Heiress was having her final rest. Blake and Ruby helped as the three of them carried Weiss down the alley. Yang's eyes were glued to the ground in font of her, wanting to avoid eye contact with anyone as she gently carried Weiss to the grave.
Tradition wanted Professor Ozpin to say the first words, then it would be the team leader, Ruby in this case. As Professor Ozpin walked to the pedestal, the brawler zoned out into her thoughts.
She remembered the dinner they used to meet at with the purpose to hide from the rest of their team. Yang went there once per day since Weiss had passed away. Two times she sat at their old seats, reminiscing. The last day, those seats were taken. It usually took much more for Yang to shed a tear but that time, she broke down into tears, running away for the closest hiding spot until she was able to contain her emotions.
They say people get colder and more emotional as they grow older. "Maybe that could explain that breakdown." She though while remembering how the taken seats tugged at her heart. Maybe she was getting old but she never wished she could grow old as much as she wished she could have grown old with Weiss.