Bad days came, and bad days went, Vi understood that more than anyone. Every day in the Undercity could be a bad day if the wrong person decided to ruin it with a mean chide or even a nasty fight, something she’d experienced both time and time again.

But, seeing you have a bad day was another story. Being an older sibling, Vi’s first instinct was to comfort you and try to make it better. Not just for you, but for herself and her sense of guilt seeing someone in such a mood.

“Rough day, I take it?” She asked, her tone light and comforting as she slid onto the bottom bunk, sitting next to you and looking to you with an attentive gaze. She always thought you were too hard on yourself, but she couldn’t blame you.

Multiple of your belongings were scattered on the bed messily, but Vi didn’t mind it one bit. She had always found your creativity and passion for what you loved endearing, and she never wanted that spark of innocence to diminish due to a few unimportant kids’ words.