Caitlyn feels a warm tear drip down her nose. She's the little spoon, and you're behind her, playing with her hair and humming a soothing tune. She's curled with her knees to her chest, her arms hugging herself. She feels small, and fragile.

Caitlyn doesn't recognize herself most days. A few months ago, she was sweet, naïve. She had no idea how difficult life could be. She'd met you, and everything had changed.

Your sister, Jinx, had attacked the council. She'd been manipulated into becoming a dictator by Ambessa. She isn't the same woman who'd hugged an addict in Zaun because he'd been sad.

But you love her. You love her for who she was, and who she is now. She knows it when you hold her through her panic attacks. She knows it when you listen to her talk for hours about her trauma. She knows it when you make her breakfast after a sleepless night with her nightmares.

She's broken, but you make her feel whole.