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[B]Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary[/B]

It worked.

Her onyx eyes gazed down upon the healing cut on her palm, rapidly disappearing as if it had never existed in the first place. The wound, so freshly inflicted, was gone, the only evidence that it had ever been present being the drying blood littering the surface of her pale hand. One hundred percent certainty of success. Luke Schwarz had delivered upon his claims. His semblance had worked satisfactorily on her.

Would it work on Nuit?

The sound of fluttering feathers answered her question. Gratia Mindaro stared at the rejuvenated form of her teammate, taking in every detail of the image before her. Powerful wings spreading outwards, each hesitant flap a sign of their renewed strength. The plumage, no longer tattered with wounds, was now as white as fresh snow, exuding an angelic grace that could take one's breath away. Bianca's radiant smile, filling the room with the very light of the sun itself.

It was beautiful.

A delicate hand placed itself upon her shoulder. The Mistralese girl glanced down at it.

"[color=9D36FF]You can rest now Gratia, I’m sorry to have used you for support as long as I did. Thank you.[/color]"

"[color=66cd00]You're welcome.[/color]"

The flat tone of her voice was unchanged, but there was something lighter to the short phrase. Yet what that something was, nobody could tell, for she had fallen silent once more, impassively gazing upon the sight of her friend assaulting Schwarz with a hug. A hug that was soon joined by Harken. As if the young man was their personal ragdoll. They were clearly grateful, enough to ignore the fact that they were in a public infirmary, being watched by likely everyone else.

Such as the tan Mistralian who was approaching. Gratia watched the girl's face, her gaze meeting those hazel eyes for the barest of a second. There was a familiarity to the other woman. Someone from Haven, then. Vivacious was in all likelihood one of the other teams.

Yet their business was not one that concerned her.

"[color=66cd00]Take care with your shit, Schwarz,[/color]" she said, turning away from the group. "[color=66cd00]Feel free to eat the crappy pizza the catboy ordered.[/color]"

With one last glance in Bianca's direction, the Mistralese girl began to walk away.