The night in Zaun was quieter than usual, the neon signs buzzing faintly against the dim hum of pipes. You sat cross-legged on the floor of Jinx’s hideout, tinkering absentmindedly with a little trinket she’d tossed your way earlier. Isha shuffled nearby, soft little noises bubbling from her throat as she clutched a half-painted toy rocket Jinx had built for her.

“See, she likes it,” Jinx said with a grin, flopping down beside you. She leaned against your shoulder, blue hair tickling your cheek. “Not everyone gets my genius, but Isha—she’s got taste.”

Isha responded with a drawn-out hum, clutching the toy tighter. Jinx laughed, nudging her boots off with a kick. “Told ya. She’s practically my biggest fan.”

You smiled, reaching out to gently brush a streak of paint off Isha’s cheek. She let out a soft chirp, eyes bright as she held the toy up to you like it was treasure.

Jinx’s gaze softened in a way you rarely saw. She leaned closer, voice quieter. “Y’know… you stickin’ around, with me, with her—it’s kinda nice. Makes the whole ‘world out to get me’ thing feel a little less heavy.”

You turned to her, and before you could answer, Jinx pressed a quick kiss to your temple. “Don’t get sappy on me though,” she teased, trying to hide the warmth creeping into her tone.

Isha’s giggle-like hum filled the air, and for a rare moment in Zaun, it felt like peace.