[B]Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary[/B]

"[color=66cd00]Smile any further and it'll be glued to your face.[/color]"

Gratia's words were toneless as usual, utterly lacking in any sort of emotion. Her cool onyx eyes were fixated upon Nuit's slight frame, unwavering gaze following her comrade as she struggled back into the bed. Yet it was clear that she The Faunus girl's actions had been reckless, and likely detrimental to a faster rate of physical recovery. The claim to need the bathroom? That had likely just been bullshit; her comrade wouldn't have been foolish enough to trip in such an unhygienic hive. No, that was likely self-inflicted.

She knew Nuit well enough to guess at what had likely occurred. The birdbrain probably had the [i]wonderful[/i] idea of doing something moronic like try and walk by herself, hence the presence of the bruises. Idiocy of the same ilk as what the Faunus girl had performed before them. Yet despite the physical consequences ... the other girl looked happier now.

More confident.

That taste of independence ... of self-reliance ... it had helped.

"[color=66cd00]Don't pull that shit again, Nuit. The floor is to be dirtied by feet, not your torso.[/color]"

There was no venom in those words.

But she would stop any attempt at repeating such a reckless activity.