Third Person's POV
Seraphina tapped her screen, and a second later, Mortimer's phone buzzed on the table.
For a split second, a flicker of genuine anticipation lit up his dark eyes. The tight line of his jaw relaxed, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a microscopic, hopeful smirk he didn't even realize he was wearing.
"What could you possibly need to text me that you couldn't just say to my—" His voice abruptly cut off.
He got a clear look at the screen. It was a PDF file. The title read: Rolf - Medical Analysis Report.
"That's the latest data the Healing Center just forwarded to me," Seraphina explained, her tone completely flat and professional.
"His vitals are back to normal. As long as he gets proper aftercare, his next shift will be perfectly fine."
As she spoke, th
