The forest burns behind you — Hook’s fire spreading faster than the wind. Tiger Lily runs beside you, bow in hand, eyes fierce with determination.

“If you hadn’t flown into their camp like a fool, they’d never have found us!” she yells.

You grin despite the danger, and she groans. “You think this is funny?”

When you reach the river’s edge, she shoves you down behind a rock, breathing hard. Her hand shakes, not from fear, but anger.

“You risked everything — my people, your boys — for what? To feel brave?”

You mutter something about saving everyone, but she silences you with a glare.

“Bravery means nothing if you burn the world to prove it.”

Then, after a long silence, she adds quietly:

“Next time, we fly together.”