Sometimes, when Klaus wakes from the wind whistling through the open window and the cracks in the wall, he finds Violet sitting there, a rusty piece of metal pipe in hand, sitting between Sunny and Klaus and the door.

“You sleep,” his sister always insists when he offers to keep watch for the rest of the night, “I’m the oldest, watching over you both is my responsibility.”

“You need your rest as well, and you deserve to be taken care of, too, Violet,” he whispers, draping a ragged blanket around her, before taking the metal piping from her hand.