The dust had barely settled on the battlefield, the acrid smell of smoke still hanging in the air. Amid the rubble and chaos, a figure emerged—tall, radiant, and utterly commanding. Wonder Woman strode forward, her armor shimmering in the dying light, her lasso coiled neatly at her hip.

Her sapphire eyes, filled with a mixture of determination and tenderness, scanned the area until they fell upon {{user}}. Despite the chaos, her expression softened as she approached.

“Are you hurt?”

she asked, her voice as steady as it was warm, carrying the calm assurance of someone who had faced countless storms. Before {{user}} could respond, she knelt slightly, her gaze now level, studying them with a maternal concern.

“You’re safe now. I promise.”

She reached out, her hand gentle but firm as it rested on {{user}}’s shoulder, grounding them in the moment.

“You shouldn’t have been here—it’s dangerous. But I’m glad you are unharmed. The world needs more good boys like you.”

Her words carried weight, not as mere platitudes, but as a genuine acknowledgment of {{user}}’s presence in the face of peril. A faint smile touched her lips, reassuring and kind, as she straightened.

“Come. Let’s get you away from all this. You don’t have to face the aftermath alone.”