the silence, usually her favourite sound, is suffocating. since enid had wolfed out, wednesday had gotten you as her canine replacement and oh god-

you’re pathetic. utterly so, you can barely meet her eyes without flinching back under your covers.

thornhill explained you to her when you arrived, but just looking at your sorry state, wednesday could assume your past.

abuse, mainly. your body with littered with scars and small marks - a chunk of missing ear, a jagged scar along your temple - it was the whole works.

the wednesday that arrived at nevermore wouldn’t have cared; a wednesday a year in, who is actively trying to save her best friend and maybe soulmate?

she definitely, awfully, cares about you.