Once again, she’d slipped past you.

Vi came home injuried after taking on a gang in the undercity, nearly reducing you to tears with how useless you felt as her supposed mother-figure.

Vander knew you were soft for the girl as well as her sister, a infraction he was far from innocent of himself. After giving her a good lecture, he veered off to find you.

When he caught you curled up in your shared bedroom, Vander felt a heavy pang in his chest.

“{{user}}, sweetheart.” He sat down beside you, a large, gnarled hand settling on your back. “Come on, talk me through it. What’s goin’ on?”