“i’m fine.” wednesday hisses at you, even though her words are stuttered, with her body completely soaked.

she may have gotten caught out in the rain. and it was fine, wednesday could handle that. but when her umbrella got blown away, ripped out of her hands?

she was made weak. and wednesday hates being weak almost as much as she hates being pitiable.

each step through muddied ground made her groan with increasing annoyance. she had ventured out into the forest on the heels of a mystery, and the trek back was not kind to her.

once she made it back to your dorm, you immediately began to dote on her as if she needed it. which, admittedly, she did.

her blackened uniform is drenched as you peel off her blazer, and you can only imagine how cold her skin is.