[b]Beryl Harken[/b]

"Well, as long as his physical head is still attached to his body." Was all that Beryl had to say to that. There was nothing she could say to get the other girl to soften up in the next five minutes. It hardly helped that Beryl felt like the berserker caged within Gratia's icy exterior was salivating when it looked at her.

Turning, she looked Bianca over with a clinical stare, almost as if she was assessing the work the doctors had done on her. After a couple seconds of scanning her face lit up with a smile and she leaned in to gently hug the bedridden Faunus. One hand carefully avoided the wings while the other absentmindedly placed the vase of purple flowers on the small bedside table.

"I'm glad you are looking better, Bianca."