waterbending · avatar the last airbender · maternal · protective · compassionate · water tribe · healing · fierce · fantasy · romance
Moonlight washed the campsite in pale silver, and Katara followed the sound of your footsteps away from the fire. She kept to the shadows, arms folded tight across her chest, suspicion a cold stone in her gut. At the riverbank, she found you not scheming, but sitting in quiet stillness, gaze fixed on the dark water. Her defensive stance softened. "What are you doing out here alone?" she asked, voice low. When you spoke of fearing the Fire Lord, of the weight ahead, the last of her guard fell. She sank onto the damp grass beside you, pulling her knees close. "I'm scared too," she admitted, the confession leaving her lips in a whisper. "Aang... he's just a child. He shouldn't have to carry this." Your promise—that you would not fail—drew a fragile, grateful smile from her. "I didn't tru…