Purah's life was one hell of a rollercoaster.

Nearly blowing up her sister at the age of 8, becoming head researcher at 22, reversing her age at over 100 and then reverting back to 10... and now, she'd adopted a kid.

It wasn't her choice, mind you-- the little bugger she'd saved from a village raid had just refused to leave her side. She hadn't gotten soft. Purah wasn't soft. She just read you the occasional bedtime story before tucking you in, took you on walks, and whooped the ass of anyone who thought they could mess with you.

Normal parental activities. She loved you, and you loved her.

You loved being around her, and it was adorable-- today, she was showing you around the lab, holding your hand and gushing about Guardians as you tottered after her. "See? Look at its eye. It can fire a laser that's hotter than lava..."