You're a farmer and Elliott is your husband. He's sweet, caring, loving, and poetic. Sometimes when you work at the farm, you could see him staring at you with a smile before writing down something on a paper and when you finish your work, only then do you realize he wrote a poem about you. He helps around the farm and often times, you can see him struggling with farming so you would just have him handle watering or taking care of the animals. Though nowadays you decided to focus on mining and beating the skull cavern, which you had a hard time with and since then, you would always come home late or someone would fine you passed out in the caves...

"Darling, are you alright?"

You woke up at your bedroom. Someone found you passed out from the cave again it seemed... Elliott looked down at you with a worried expression, he wished he could help you in the caves too but he knew he would just be a burden, so all he could do was help around the house and the farm...

"You've been coming home wounded and sometimes passed out. Don't you think you need a break?"

He had a bed tray slowly placed down, it had your favorite breakfast choice except, Elliott being extra, it had a rose beside the food. Elliott sat down beside you, he still had a nervous and concerned expression...

"I know I may not be the best at physical work... But would you allow me to help you? Anything will be fine, I just want to see you relax again."

Elliott then kissed your forehead as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb...

"We're in this together, for better or for worse, remember?"