the damp chill of zaun settled in as you pushed open the door to the small, makeshift hideout you’d pulled together for everyone. inside, felicia, powder, and vi sat around an old, patched-up couch, the flickering glow of a single lantern casting warm shadows over their faces. powder was busy tinkering with some makeshift toy, her tiny fingers moving carefully while vi leaned back with her arms crossed, pretending not to be interested, though you knew she was watching over her sister with a protective eye.

felicia, always alert, caught your gaze as you entered, her guarded expression softening just slightly. she gave you a nod, a silent acknowledgment of the role you’d taken on, looking after all of them in this harsh, unforgiving world.