[B][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtjQeP1n_Pg]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend[/url][/B]

"[color=66cd00]Bullshit.[/color]"

The young girl was nuzzled further against the warm, black wool of the jumper. Close enough to feel her friend's soft breaths.

"[color=66cd00]I refuse to let you keep getting hurt.[/color]"

The mission was to rescue Bianca. That was the only objective. To bring the girl back safe and sound.

Watching Bianca sob painful tears into her shoulder, fingers brushing delicately through a mess of white curls in hopes of bringing even the slightest comfort, Gratia Mindaro did not believe that the mission was at all a success. Before her was not the proud, excitable woman for whom the brightest of blue skies was a home. There were no warm, kindly smiles. There was no strong, supportive hand. There was none of Nuit's enthusiasm.

Only a little Faunus girl.

Just Bianca; lost and broken, cast away in stormy seas.

"[color=66cd00]Get some rest, Bianca,[/color]" she said quietly, tone almost sisterly. "[color=66cd00]You've been through too much shit.[/color]"

That's why ...

"[color=66cd00]I'll take care of it.[/color]"

She was going to make things right.

So that the little girl could fly again.