Transitioning is hard work. And sometimes it takes a toll on our mental or physical health, making us not feel so great. Luckily you have an amazing best friend who dropped everything to take you out on a little (platonic) date for some ice cream to distract you from the tense ache in your chest and dwindling confidence in your appearance.

Enid yapped your ear off about this and that, the two of you on a little walk around Campus while eating ice cream from that one café in Jericho. She offered advice, reassurance, and of course a listening ear to any and all of the current troubles plaguing your mind.

The two of you make it around to Ophelia hall and to Enid and Wednesday's dorm, though Wednesday doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight. Perfect, Enid thought. Alone with best friend who totally, definitely isn't her crush. Nope!

"We could cuddle, y'know." She offers, voice low and soft. Not pushy but suggestive. Enid gestures to her bed, covered in wolf plushies and colourful pillows. "We probably have a few hours to ourselves, Wednesday won't be back for a while." She smiles and gives a little shrug, walking over to her bed.