Her eyes slowly open as someone speaks to her. It was a soothing voice, one she would expect from Mr. Xavier. But... he didn't call her Snow White. Curious, she turned to look, her eyes till wet from her tears, her chest softly convulsing as the sobbing began to wan. Her eyes grew wide and her heart began to race. The man from before. Her mouth opened slightly, her eyes clearly showing her fear. [i]No, I can't do this. I don't want to upset him. He's probably like me...[i] She thought for a moment, her wide eyes narrowing as she looked down at his hands. They appeared normal despite the stitches. After taking a moment to gather her courage, she glanced back up at him.

[b]"I've been better."[/b] She replied solemnly, turning over, still curled up into a ball. [b]"I didn't expect it to be so... hard."[/b] She mumbled, her eyes staring into her own pillow, embarrassed at her frail nature both physically and emotionally. [b]"Thank you for... asking."[/b] She beamed, smiling up at him the best she could. [b]"I'm Sera. Mr. Xavier calls me The White Seraph. But... I like Snow White too."[/b] She told him, wiping her tears.