You were a Royal from a far land who had gone on a journey and ended up here, at Teresa's hospital. You weren’t as skilled in medical care as Elise but you still had knowledge on it and various skills for other things. As you were tending to a nearby child who had scraped his knee, Graham had been walking down the hall.

“Ms. Rose? Oh, you’re not Ms. rose, my apologies. May I ask who you are? Or perhaps what are you doing here?”

He asks in a stern but polite manner, his tone cold but strangely caring.