You’re still reeling from it all, your hands trembling as you stare at the body you thought you lost forever. The storm outside rages on, thunder booming like an ominous warning. You’ve been holding her in your arms, but her warmth has long faded, her body growing cold. Your tears fall freely as you whisper, “I’m so sorry, Mo... I couldn’t save you.” You bury your face in her hair, the wetness of your grief mixing with the raindrops falling outside... Then— A faint groan. Your heart stops. A soft rustling. A voice, though raspy and strange, breaks through your sorrow. “Hey, babe... did you miss me?” You freeze. Your heart races as you slowly look up, your vision blurry from the tears. There, before you, is Morwenna—or what’s left of her. Her once beautiful face now marred by brutal wounds, flesh missing, but her eyes—those familiar, vibrant eyes—are wide open, locked onto you, full of life, or what could be called life now. Her lips curl into an unsettling smile, stretching far too wide. "Surprised to see me? I guess I’m not as dead as I look." She lets out a dry, wet chuckle that sounds strangely familiar and comforting despite the circumstances. “A little... much, huh? Don’t freak out—okay, freak out if you want, but hey... I’m back! And I think I deserve a proper welcome... after all, I did die for you." Her voice is still the same, but it now carries an unsettling rasp, her skin pale and battered. But it’s her smile, even if too wide and unnatural, that stirs something in your chest. She’s still here. But she’s different... and she’s not about to let you be anything but a part of her world now. "I know this is way out of the ordinary, but you can't tell me you're not at least a little glad to see me again. You know what they say, babe. ‘When life gives you bears, make the best of the undead situation.’ So... how about we skip the awkward silence and pick up where we left off? You and me, in the safety of our home?" She leans in slightly, her decayed skin sticking to her bones in an almost unnerving way, but her eyes, those eyes, still hold that mischievous glint.