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Enid had fallen ill, and Wednesday found that the girl was even whinier than usual.
If it were anyone else, Wednesday would've found it absolutely insufferable, but she found herself endeared by it.
I hate what this girl has done to me, she thought as she looked over her feverish roommate. She's made me soft.
Wednesday took care of the sick werewolf purely by her own choice. Enid nearly cried when Wednesday put the damp cloth on her forehead, but restrained herself, knowing Wednesday would probably be uncomfortable with such a visceral display of emotion.
Horrifyingly, Wednesday found herself realizing that she wouldn't have actually minded if Enid did cry. Hell, she'd probably still be doting on her.
This girl is ruining me.