The steam curled around the hot spring like a soft fog. You’d just stepped out, towel wrapped around your waist, when Katara appeared at the edge of the water—completely bare, skin still glistening with droplets. No towel, no cover—just her.

She looked vulnerable in a way she never let anyone see. Her arms were crossed over her chest, but she didn’t seem to mind you seeing her like this.

“Don’t freak out,” she said, voice low and steady. “I just… didn’t want to go back to the tent alone.”

Before you could respond, she stepped forward and melted into your arms. The warmth of her body pressed against you was like an anchor.

“You give the best hugs,” she murmured, nuzzling into your chest. “Also, you said before that my chest is soft so why not hug so you can feel it better….”