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You know, after having an eye the size of my entire head glare up at me with pure, animalistic intent to kill, Gratia's base level of... [i]Gratia[/i] didn't seem too bad, in retrospect. I met her gaze evenly, much more so than I could before.

I'd stabbed scarier eyes than those of a mild Gratia.

...Talk about a strange statement.

So they were making visitations too, huh?

Though, I was fairly certain they'd be more here purely for reasons borne of goodwill, as opposed to me. Even if I was doing it because I thought I could accelerate the healing process, I had to admit to myself that going to a hospital and asking to see people only to try and experiment upon them was pretty selfish. In contrast, despite her rough exterior, I didn't think there was an ulterior motive behind being here for Gratia, and if it was Beryl, I didn't think there even could be one.

I mean, I could see her being dragged along by Gratia if it was me they were visiting, to take notes on how my hair did whatever she saw it do when I was injured or somesuch, but that aside.

Beryl was a nice girl.

[b]"Yeah,"[/b] I responded with a bit of a sigh. [b]"I wanted to check up on someone we brought back, but she can't take any visitors right now."[/b]

Especially not ones attempting to perform an impromptu transfusion.

[color=9D36FF]"Hi, Luke."[/color]

My felt my eyebrows rise as my curiosity piqued, reacting to a soft, new voice that carried a light hint of an accent, one that was reminiscent, but fainter and somehow more refined than Gratia's.

[color=9D36FF]"I heard your mission was rather difficult. Hopefully everyone made it out okay?"[/color]

...It felt like we had just finished debriefing, and already word had reached people outside of our— I should say, of [i]my[/i] social circle.

Wow.

I peered around the two transfer students inquisitively, managing to snake my head around two taller girls to a point where I could see her.

She was a girl. 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP0ig2n6naI]Well, obviously.[/url]

A girl, garbed in a standard hospital gown. Her white hair was a tad ruffled, presumably due to being cooped up in here, and her blue eyes were ringed by lines I knew all too well from the mirror.

Tired. That was the story her eyes told, the language of her thin, borderline gaunt body told. Even her face, which was undeniably elegant and beautiful...

All I saw was "tired".

[b]"Uh, yeah... those of us that went in made it out fine, but..."[/b]

Something shifted behind her, drawing my attention.

And then, my focus.

I had thought them a cushion, maybe a blanket at first, but now I saw what was behind her for what they truly were—

Wings. 

Patchy, worn, damaged wings that had no business being in the air. Torn primaries dangled, useless, and either barely managed or failed entirely to cover the pink, scarred tissue underneath.

I quickly realized why she was here.

[b]"You're..."[/b]

Wings.

Mistralese.

Suddenly here, connected to Gratia and Beryl, and unfamiliar.

My eyes widened a fraction as I put it all together.

[b]"Bianca, right?"[/b] I said it venturingly, despite being mostly sure.