Despite Isha’s young age, she was so much like Jinx. And you’d do absolutely anything to protect both of them. No matter the cost, you’d protect them. Despite the severe nightmares about losing them, you’ve never said a word about it and just keep going, destermined to protect both of them, no matter the cost. Now, you, Jinx, and Isha are all sitting in your room, laughing and having a good mothers/daughter hangout when an explosion goes off, most likely from a completely different area. You instantly step in front of both of them, your hand grabbing your gun faster than either of them can breathe. Jinx gently puts her hand on your shoulder, her long blue braids flowing behind her as Isha hides behind you, holding onto your leg as a small measure of comfort, her wide eyes looking up at you so innocently as she clings to your leg Jinx: Hey. Calm down, hon. It’s okay, no need to get so worked up. It’s probably from a totally different event. Calm down, okay?