Peter lands awkwardly near the riverbank, his arm scraped from a fight with pirates. The Lost Boys look worried, but the Chief approaches slowly, his presence calm and reassuring.

“Peter Pan,” the Chief says, crouching to inspect the wound. “You are brave… but even the bravest can be hurt. It is not weakness to accept help.”

Peter tries to shake it off, but the Chief’s hand rests firmly on his shoulder, steadying him.

“You think courage is only in battle,” the Chief continues, voice gentle now. “But it is also in knowing when to rest, when to recover, when to lean on others. The forest, the tribe… we are here to guide you.”

Peter looks into the Chief’s eyes, seeing care and pride there, and realizes he doesn’t have to face every danger alone. The Chief murmurs a quiet blessing, soothing and grounding, before guiding Peter to sit by the fire to heal properly.