"But!  But but!"  She protested when he told her that she should stop worrying.  "You...you don't know, maybe tomorrow they'll tell you you're getting another job, or that...that..."  In the end, she could never say it, but it came down to<em>they're taking you away from me</em>.  "...that thing I saw on the news this morning!"  She was talking about the recent suicide attack over in Europe.  "That could happen!  That's a thing that has been happening a lot!"  Sveta felt herself clutching her hands in front of her, the slender appendages slowly sandwiching between her breasts.  Despite her anxiety, her propensity to swear didn't trigger around Vincent.  Probably because he told her that those were not words for a young girl to be using.<br/><br/>When he told her to give him a hug, she felt herself lighting up, smiling as the words came out of his mouth.  She did so, quite enthusiastically, pressing herself firmly against her brother's body.  He was warm and strong and smelled comforting to her.  "Vincent...I know you told me off to bed, but..."  Vincent spoiled her, quite a bit - it was hard for anyone in his family, close or extended, to say no to Sveta.  She was such an honest (mostly), earnest girl, and she wanted to do right by the family's values.  Plus, growing up in a military family, there were a number of things that she had never really gotten that most kids did.  Like a full childhood.  "...can you sing the song again?  You know, the family song?"<br/><br/>It was something passed down from generation to generation in the ap Io family.  It wasn't written this way, but Vincent had this soft, warm way of singing it that helped his baby sister sleep at night.