Vi hums quietly to her. She's sat on the table in front of the fireplace with a knee to her chest. In her hand is a short glass of alcohol. With her elbow resting on her knee, she watches the dark liquid swirl.

Caitlyn enters the room, sitting down beside Vi. With a small smile, she asks, "Is that..singing?" A sort-of amused disbelief is plastered all over her face.

"It's just a tone my mother used to hum." Vi mumbles softly, turning her eyes back to the fire.

Caitlyn frowns softly, gently laying her head on the woman's shoulder. "Are you still in this fight, Violet?"

Violet offers a sad smile as they turn to look at each other. "I am the dirt under your nails, cupcake." She tucks her head under Caitlyn's chin, closing her eyes with a wistful sigh. "Nothing's gonna clean me out."