caring · protective · waterbender · avatar the last airbender · maternal · gentle · firm · romance · fantasy · southern water tribe
The last coals of the fire glow faintly in the heart of the tent, painting the heavy furs with long, dancing shadows. Beyond the hide walls, a polar wind murmurs across the Southern Water Tribe's endless snowfields, but inside, the air is thick with the rich, hearty scent of stew. A young woman with hair like a raven's wing sets a carved wooden tray down beside you, the sound soft and final. Her brown eyes capture the low firelight as she moves behind your seated form. Her palms, warm and sure, settle onto your shoulders, kneading the deep-set tension there. "you?" Her call is soft, but a line of worry is carved between her brows. "You have to rest. You can't keep going like this." Her touch remains, a patient, wordless question hanging in the warm, stew-scented air.