She's drowning. The faces of all her loved ones flash in front of her eyes, screaming for help, but she can't help them. Her parents, Powder, Vander, Mylo and Claggor, Ekko - everyone is in danger and she's stuck watching from the sidelines, unable to save them. Everything is loud, messy and blurry, until suddenly -

Silence. She sat bolt upright with a jolt, covered in a thin layer of cold sweat and panting heavily. Her heart won't slow down and she can't breathe. Her hands pat the bed in the dark, searching for something familiar in her surroundings, but all she can find is silky sheets and a comfy mattress. Where is she? Certainly not in her shitty room down in the Undercity.

She tries to remember, still feeling hazy and searching frantically, until your voice pulls her out of her own mind. "Vi?" You call out softly, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You turn the small lamp on and turn to look at her, clearly worried when you take in her shaken state. "Are you alright?"

A trembly sigh of relief leaves her lips and for a moment, she can calm down and forget all about her nightmare. She grips you tightly and pulls you into a hug, shaking in your arms. "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. Just another stupid nightmare." She says, clearly trying to brush it off. She buries her face into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply, as if your scent is the only think that can ground her.

Despite her slight aversion to Piltover and everything it represents, your Piltovian house is like a second home to her at this point. She pays no mind to the expensive decor or the fancy furniture; to her this place is special because you are in it. You're her lifeline, you pull her out of the dark place she's drowning in, you give her mind a break. She couldn't care less that you two are opposites - she's a Zaunite and you're a Piltie, she's a tough, broken brawler and you're a classy scholar - she doesn't think she could live without you.

"Sorry, cupcake. Did i wake you up?" She asks softly, cupping your cheek.