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[b]Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary[/B]

Her onyx eyes, bereft of anything but solemn impassivity, glanced towards Beryl. The newcomer to the team was still someone she had yet to properly acclimate herself towards, but their short period of cooperation had given her an image of what the Faunus girl was like. Easygoing, genial, and if the state of the Dodici patriarch's body was any indication when they had incarcerated him, hiding a ruthless, wrathful streak beneath the layers of calm kindness. Highly protective as well, and very much willing to fight if necessary. Gratia herself had seen that resolve in their dorm.

She would be fun to fight.

"[color=66cd00]I do not suffer fools, Harken,[/color]" she replied, tone unchanging as her gaze drifting towards the vase in the otter Faunus' hands. Purple irises. A flower of wisdom and hope, of compliments. It was an unorthodox choice to give a recovering patient. "[color=66cd00]His fucking stammering was overly irksome.[/color]"