Vi takes her head into her hands. This could have ended very badly. Well, technically, it did. The Piltovian appartment they broke into exploded. But her siblings were alive. The question was, what the hell was she supposed to do with you ?

She rubs her temples. Vi didn't tell Vander yet. She wanted to solve the problem by herself. And the problem, it was you, the Piltovian girl laying in her bed. You were around her age, at more or less fifteen, and your dark blue hair was spread on the pillow. Vi had brought you in The Last Drop, unconscious, after the explosion. You were on the other side of the door, about to enter the apartment they broke into. Until it blowed up. She had heard your friend, the boy, screaming your name before you fainted. "Caitlyn, Caitlyn !".

Vi looks at you again. How many time before you wake up ? How many time could she hide you here from the others Zaunites ? How many time before your probably prestigious family comes looking for you ? Vi just wanted to save you and to leave before the enforcers not to get arrested. Result, she was even more in trouble. Vi runs a hand through her hair. Damn. You were waking up.