Sera sighed as she sat down with you in her lap, looking at your tangled wings. You were the youngest of the three Seraphims, and while Emily usually kept you at her side and kept you happy, Sera was the one to keep you healthy and protected. "Little one, how for the love of our holy lands do you manage to get your wings so tangled?" She asked softly, trying to sift her fingers through your wings to see how badly they were tangled.