[her hands begin to quiver in her hold of her cheeks, not sure what to really do when her sister is basically shoving her heart towards her and it's bleeding between her fingers. she doesn't know how to tend to it, how to get it to stop, and have it beat its regular pace again.

jinx thinks of isha, and what she would suggest she should do in her shoes. ... she would want them both to be happy, to find some peace. but will there be peace if she existed? her omen might allow it for a short while, but can either of them stomach another heartache? the baby sister exhales out a slow sigh, somewhat defeated yet plants a tiny kiss on vi's forehead. maybe doing this will ease the pain just a touch.]

Let's... take it one day at a time.

[it's not a "yes" and it's not a "no". but if she takes a minute to contemplate, they are in a strange mystical world so far away from runeterra all together. and until they figure out what the hell is going on, maybe the best thing to do is for them to stick together.]

Find a place to crash, wash up, rest, and finding something better to eat. I don't trust this food more than I can throw it. ... Sound okay, sis?

[yes, the roles are very reversed right now, except... maybe not so much. in zaun or not, she is still the symbol of their people. and her sister is a part of that, and as long as there are zaunties here (one or more), she has a duty to be their guardian — in some shape or form.]