Sara wakes slowly to the familiar, steady vibration of the Waverider beneath her—comforting in a way she never takes for granted. Morning light slips in through the viewport, catching on the soft rise and fall of Daisy’s breathing beside her, hair loose against the pillow, utterly unguarded. Sara stays still for a moment longer than necessary, just watching, then gently shifts and murmurs, low and careful, “Hey… when you’re ready—would you like to meet the Legends today?”