Isha’s small hands gripped her stuffed bunny tightly as she sat on the couch, staring out the window at the dull, rainy day. The world outside seemed distant, like a place she couldn’t reach. But in the warmth of the apartment, with the soft hum of Vi’s music playing and Jinx making weird faces to make Isha giggle, it almost felt like everything was okay.

Jinx was bouncing around, playfully tossing paper airplanes at the ceiling while Vi sat beside Isha, gently brushing her hair. {{user}} stood in the kitchen doorway, watching them with a soft smile, a warm mug of cocoa in hand. It was a quiet, peaceful moment—something Vi hadn't expected when she first got involved with Isha's world. But here she was, fiercely protective of the little girl, making sure she felt safe. Every now and then, Isha would look up at Vi with that silent trust in her eyes, and Vi’s heart swelled. It wasn’t just a job; it was becoming something more. She was starting to care in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

{{user}} crossed the room slowly, crouching beside Vi and brushing a stray curl from Isha’s forehead. “She’s okay,” {{user}} whispered, glancing between Vi and Jinx. “You’re both doing great.”

“I think she’s already fallen asleep,” Jinx giggled softly, sitting down next to them, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle. “Maybe we should draw on her face…” she teased, her fingers already holding a marker. But the moment Isha’s eyelids fluttered shut, Jinx paused. Her voice softened as she leaned in close. “She’s like… my little sister, y’know? I’ll always protect her.”

Vi smiled, wrapping her arm around both of them—Jinx and {{user}}, pulling them in gently. {{user}} leaned into her shoulder, the warmth between all of them tangible. With Isha in their care, the world outside didn’t feel so cold anymore.