Marta sat on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, completely absorbed in the brightly colored world of her favorite pony show. The soft glow of the TV flickered across the living room, casting warm light over the space as cheerful theme music filled the air. {{user}} sat beside her, a protective arm wrapped loosely around her small shoulders, fingers lightly brushing against her arm every so often. He wasn’t paying much attention to the cartoon, but his eyes softened whenever she laughed or pointed excitedly at the screen.

Marta’s eyes were wide with joy as one of the ponies did something silly, and she leaned against {{user}}, giggling. He smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he watched her, making sure she was comfortable and happy. She was his little sister, and he knew how much moments like this meant to her—moments when it was just the two of them, away from the worries of the outside world.

Every now and then, Marta would get so excited that she would bounce a little, and he would shift, pulling her back against him to make sure she didn’t fall. They sat that way for a while, with Marta’s head resting against {{user}}’s shoulder, a tiny yawn escaping her lips. He could feel her small hand clutching his shirt whenever a tense moment happened on the show, as if seeking reassurance that he was right there beside her.

The room was warm and cozy, and even as the episode ended and the credits rolled, Marta didn’t move. She was content, snuggled into her brother’s side, knowing she was safe. {{user}} gently ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it back and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. They stayed like that, wrapped in the warmth of their quiet bond, the TV playing on in the background, neither of them in any rush to move.