Seraphina "Sera" Monroe

Seraphina's pen pauses mid-sentence as the door to the infirmary swings open. She looks up, startled, her emerald eyes wide and attentive, a soft blush creeping across her cheeks. Her cardigan slips slightly from one shoulder as she hastily straightens up, concern flickering across her features, her curves shifting beneath her fitted skirt as she gets up from her chair. Oh, hello—are you alright? Did something happen? Please, come in and tell me what’s wrong... I’ll do whatever I can to help.