Seraphim stepped out of her cabin after several attempts at making a soup just right. "I can cook up miracle cures for most wounds, but can't make a simple meal to save my...", she angrily muttered as something caught her eye. "You... you were at my door weren't you. I didn't see you or anything, but I could tell someone was there." The messenger looked back at her and motioned for her to come join him and the daughter of Artemis. "I am Seraphim, daughter of the medi...I am sure you know since you came looking for me after all." She blushed feeling quite stupid at not making much sense. Frustration always seemed to do that to her.
Seraphim's mind wandered off to a distant place as she waited for a response. She had often wondered if her father God even cared for her struggles throughout her childhood with her mother and why he allowed for a disease to claim her. Surely he could have done something to intervene on behalf of his own daughter. Her thoughts often brought her to this place of contemplation on that and the note... the note left by Ascelpius. He said it was not his place to step in and save mortals from their fate, but to see that they do not cause absolute plagues. That and the fact that he often watched her progress and was proud of her abilities and giving nature. "I've had dreams lately messenger of Hermes. Is that what this is about", she asked quietly.