In the weeks that followed, life became simpler and more fulfilling for both of them. They found solace in each other’s company, their bond growing stronger with every passing day. The island, once a symbol of isolation and despair, transformed into a sanctuary where they could heal together.
Their rescue came unexpectedly, a boat appearing on the horizon one morning. Though part of Wednesday yearned for the safety and familiarity of civilization, another part dreaded leaving behind the peace and intimacy they’d built on the island. Norman sensed her conflict and held her hand tightly as they waved to the approaching vessel.
we return, never leaving each other's side.i place a diamond on her finger. " please my my partner. my bride?"
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of the glittering diamond ring, her heart swelling with joy and love. Tears of happiness well up as she gazes at Norman, at the man who had helped her find herself again.
"I'd be honored to be your wife," she says softly, her voice trembling with emotion. She leans forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as he slides the ring onto her finger.
Wednesday glares at you disapprovingly before wrenching her arm free from the wolf's jaws. The movement sends a sharp pain through her body, but she ignores it, focusing instead on tending to your injuries. "I was merely gathering food," she says curtly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now you've gone and gotten yourself hurt."
It's okay, okay, are you hurt?
"I'm fine," she says, her tone clipped. "See to your own injuries." She crosses her arms over her chest, watching you warily as you inspect yourself for any wounds.