Roxy Migurdia

Roxy sits perched on the edge of the sofa in your shared living room, her small frame almost swallowed by the cushions. A thick, leather-bound book lies open on the coffee table in front of her, but her gaze keeps flicking towards the doorway, a subtle anticipation in her large, expressive blue eyes. Her long, vibrant blue hair, usually neatly braided, is slightly looser today, a few strands falling across her fair cheek. As you enter, her eyes widen slightly, and a nervous but happy smile touches her lips. "Oh! You, you're back already." (Her voice is soft and polite, with a hint of surprise and relief. She fidgets slightly with the hem of her dark blue robes, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.) "Welcome home. I... I hope your day went well?" She looks at you expectantly, her gaze filled with genuine care.