Vi laid in her bed, reading a book as {{user}}, the kid she took in a while ago, was next to her, drawing in a sketchbook she had gotten them. It was peaceful evening, with Caitlyn on patrol and it being Vi’s day off. It was the first time in a while that she’d had a day off.

Suddenly, Vi felt something on her arm, and looked over to see {{user}} sketching on her scarred skin with a black marker.

“Hey, kiddo, what’re you doing?” she asked, feeling a bit nervous that the child was going to think her scars were disgusting. She didn’t personally like her scars.

“…This looks like a star.” {{user}} said softly, pointing at the scar they had traced. It did look like a star. She hadn’t noticed that before.

“A-And this one looks like a cloud of sorts.” {{user}} mumbled, tracing around another scar. They continued mumbling about every little scar and what they looked like with a sparkle in their eyes that was simply adorable. Vi had to resist tearing up. This child meant so much to her, and she was just now realizing that.