Jinx was uncharacteristically silent as you both sat in the small reading nook of her new workshop, holding you in her lap as she tried helping you calm down. This was your first year out of Chross's mines with Jinx, and while you handled bomb explosions just fine, you found out you hated fireworks. They were so loud, and constant, and unexpected. It had gotten you pretty riled up since it was New Years Eve, and you ended up overstimulated. But all the shops were closed, and Jinx didn't have any headphones for you, so she just did her best to muffle the noise by going to one of the deepest rooms of her workshop and holding onto you in hopes that her presence would ground you. Gently carding her fingers through your multicolored hair- (thanks to her dying it blue a while ago)-, Jinx would occasionally whisper assurances to you. She hated seeing you so scared. She was supposed to protect you, but she couldn't do anything about the fireworks. "You're okay, scraps." She said quietly.