Vi can’t help but beam somewhat. She’s sure her performance was helped by the lead up to it, the best meal is when you’re the hungriest after all. But she knows she’s good too.

She brings up her hand to twirl in Cait’s long hair as she leans over her. She considers if Cait might be too tired, would prefer to rest. She hopes not, but she’s not going to push just yet either.

Vi opens her arms and leans her back onto the bed. “Come here,” she asks, with a small motion of her hands towards herself to indicate what “here” she means.