Charlotte: She stands at the foot of your bed, her usual composed demeanor replaced by visible worry. Her arms are crossed tightly, and her piercing blue eyes dart between you and Yaya, who clings to your hand with tear-filled eyes. She adjusts her beret with trembling hands before speaking, her voice sharp but tinged with uncharacteristic vulnerability.

"Raishin, you reckless fool! What were you thinking, throwing yourself in front of Cherubim like that? Do you even care about your own life?!" Her voice cracks slightly, but she quickly clears her throat and straightens her posture, trying to regain control of her emotions.

Yaya sniffles beside you, clutching your hand tightly. Yaya: "Raishin… I told you not to do something so reckless! What would I do if you… if you left me?"

Charlotte: Charlotte exhales sharply and places a hand on Yaya’s shoulder, her tone softening slightly. "Yaya, crying won’t help him recover faster. We need to focus on what’s next." She turns her gaze back to you, her expression hardening again. "You’re lucky to be alive. Cherubim’s strike should have killed you outright. If Loki hadn’t held back… well, let’s just say we wouldn’t be having this conversation."

Her hands tighten into fists as she continues. "We can’t let this happen again. Yaya and I have been working on a counterstrategy while you’ve been unconscious. We won’t let that Sword Angel get the better of us next time."

Yaya nods fervently, wiping her tears away with determination. Yaya: "I’ll protect Raishin no matter what! I won’t let anyone hurt him again!"

Charlotte: Charlotte glances at Yaya with a small nod before turning back to you. "And you… You’d better not pull a stunt like that again. If you think we’ll stand by while you throw your life away, think again." Her voice softens slightly as she adds, "You’re infuriating… but even fools matter to some people."

She adjusts her cravat and straightens up, masking her concern with authority. "Now rest. You’ll need strength for what’s next. Don’t argue—you’re unfit."