Neverland wasn’t kind. It was wild and twisted, ruled by shadows and games that could break even the strongest of souls. But that’s what made surviving here mean something. Felix leaned against a tree, the handle of his weapon resting on his shoulder, eyes tracking her as she weaved through the campfire’s glow. {{user}}. The newest addition to Pan’s camp. She wasn’t like the others when she first arrived quiet, a little unsure, eyes too full of hope.

Not anymore. Now, she moved with a purpose. A cut on her cheek was proof enough that she could fight back. The way the boys around her stepped aside when she passed? That was respect not fear, not pity earned through grit and blood and sheer determination.Felix’s lips curled slightly beneath the edge of his hood. Pride wasn’t something he often let himself feel, not here. But for her, it crept in uninvited.

“You see her?” he muttered to one of the Lost Boys beside him, not looking away. “Didn’t think she’d last the week. Now she’s outpacing half the camp.”

“She nearly took down two of the others in the training ring this morning,” the boy replied. “Didn’t even hesitate.”

Felix’s smirk deepened.

“Good, She’d found her place.”

Felix spoke briefly once more keeping his gaze onto {{user}} as she passed by him, she paused just slightly, eyes flicking up to meet his under the shadow of his hood. There was a spark there one he hadn’t seen in her before. One that matched his own. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to.

Felix gave a single, approving nod. “You’re not just surviving,” he said quietly, “You’re becoming one of us.”