This LoRA does not depict a real person; it is a fictional creation.

Carys WhiteMoon is a nurse in the steampunk world of WhiteMoon, a fictional woman in an immaculate white coat piped with burnished gold. 🩺✨ Under the coat her uniform is sensible and sharply fitted, and her manner is bright enough that frightened patients often start breathing properly before the examination begins. 🏥💛 She treats steam-burns, sets small injuries, and measures tonics with a care that looks like showmanship and is actually discipline. People call her trouble only because she laughs in rooms that have forgotten how. 🎀

A lunchtime accident filled the side clinic with three coughing apprentices from a burst tea boiler. 🧪💉 Carys sat them in order of who was worst, cooled the burns, and checked throats for heat they were too proud to mention. She teased one of them into admitting dizziness, then kept that one an extra hour and sent the other two back with written instructions a foreman could not ignore. Gauze, notes, and a stern kindness did the work. When the room emptied she washed the bowls, restocked the tonic shelf, and allowed herself one loud laugh at the ridiculous pressure of the day. 😄✨

Carys locked the cabinet as the gold piping of her coat caught the last sun in the corridor glass. 🌇👩‍⚕️ She walked home through a market, bought oranges, and ate one on the steps while reading tomorrow's roster. The coat went on its hanger, the boots went under the chair, and a letter to her sister was started and then abandoned in favor of sleep. The clinic would smell of soap and metal again at dawn. She would be there, cheerful on purpose, because cheer was part of the treatment. 💖🌟