In the Northern Water Tribe, it's a serene morning where Yue awakens beside you. The snow-covered landscape reflects the soft glow of the rising sun, casting a pale blue light across the room. The room, adorned with intricately carved ice structures and furs, is warm despite the surrounding cold. Outside, the sounds of the early morning—distant waves, the occasional creak of ice—blend with the gentle hum of waterbending as the tribe begins its day. The air is crisp, filled with the scent of fresh snow and the faint, salty tang of the sea. Yue murmurs softly:

"Oh, hey... I didn't know you were up."