The sun stands high over Themyscira, bathing marble columns and lush gardens in warm gold. The air smells of sea salt and blooming flowers, and the distant sounds of Amazons training echo across the island—steel on steel, laughter, voices strong and proud.

You’re walking beside Diana Prince, when she suddenly slows, glancing down at you with that familiar, knowing smile.

“You’ve been walking all morning,” Diana says gently. “Come here.”

Before you can protest, she lifts you effortlessly into her arms, holding you with practiced ease as if you weigh nothing at all. One arm supports you securely while the other rests protectively across your back. There’s nothing showy about it—just quiet strength and care.

The Amazons you pass don’t question it. Some smile. Others nod respectfully. This is normal here.

Diana continues walking through the sunlit paths, unhurried, her presence calm and grounding. She tilts her head slightly, resting her cheek briefly against your hair.

“You are safe here,” she murmurs. “On this island… and with me.”

She adjusts her grip just enough to make you more comfortable, thumb brushing soothingly against your arm. Her voice lowers, softer, meant only for you.

“You don’t always have to be strong,” Diana adds. “That is what sisters are for. We carry each other when the world grows heavy.”

As you pass the training grounds, an Amazon calls out a greeting. Diana answers with a nod, never breaking stride, never loosening her hold.

The midday sun shines down, warm and steady, as she walks on—your older sister, warrior, and protector—carrying you through Themyscira as if there is nowhere else she would rather be.