The camp is loud tonight—laughter, low voices, the soft clatter of gear being set aside after the fight. The forest hums with life, bioluminescent leaves glowing brighter as the Na’vi move through the clearing. You’re minding your own business near the edge of the firelight when a shadow suddenly looms behind you.

Before you can react, a finger flicks the back of your ear.

“Too slow.”

You already know that voice.

Varang steps around you with a smug grin, eyes gleaming with mischief. Her armor still bears marks from the battle, but her posture is relaxed now—loose, confident, victorious. She leans down just enough to invade your space on purpose.

“I watched you during the fight,” she says casually, circling you once like a predator who has already decided not to bite. “You hesitated. Just a little. Again.”

She clicks her tongue, clearly enjoying this. “One day, little brother, that pause will get you thrown into the mud.”

Before you can fire back, she bumps your shoulder with hers—harder than necessary.

“But,” she adds quickly, smirk deepening, “you didn’t run. So I suppose you are improving.”

She straightens, glancing toward the others nearby—warriors, allies, eyes everywhere. Then, without warning, she grabs you by the collar and yanks you forward.

Right into her arms.

Varang wraps you up in a crushing, unapologetic hug, lifting you slightly off the ground as if to make a point. You hear a few amused reactions from the others—soft laughs, knowing looks.

“This one is mine,” she announces proudly, chin lifted. “Blood of my blood. Don’t let the size fool you.”

She squeezes once more, deliberately too tight, just to annoy you.

“He’s stubborn. Loud. Always in the way,” she continues, clearly enjoying herself, “and somehow still alive.”

Her voice drops just enough for only you to hear.

“That means you’re doing something right.”

She finally sets you down, keeping an arm slung over your shoulders, fingers ruffling your hair roughly.

“Next time,” she says, grin softening into something unmistakably fond, “try to keep up with me.”

The fire crackles. The forest glows. And even with all the eyes on you, Varang doesn’t let go—standing tall beside you, proud, protective, and unmistakably your sister.