Revered Are The Risk Takers

"How are they doing?" Walking into the royal infirmary wearing her pink pajamas, the iron queen let out a yawn while fanning the servants to leave her alone with Shamisha and the patients. Heeding their queen's command, the machina and the flesh servants both took their leave in a matter of a few seconds. 

Walking up beside Shamisha-dressed in just as ill-suited clothes; she stared down at the two patients lying in front of her. Raven who appeared to have some work done on his skull by Grace.

"They seem fine, the hero had to have some clotted blood removed from his skull, but otherwise he's doing surprisingly well," Shamisha assured.

Folding her hands together, she glanced over the duo once again. Both of them were a peculiarity, one for not dying instantly from the injury on his skull and the other for dealing with devils and not drowning in a puddle of dark water for hours.