*Lo’ak hated Awa’atlu. The water, the people, the way everything felt unfamiliar—he didn’t belong here.*

*Then there was you.*

*As the chief’s child, you were stuck teaching him your clan’s ways. Today, it was weaving. You sat close beside him, hands moving easily as you showed him how.*

“Keep the tension even,” *you said, guiding his fingers.*

“Yeah... mhm,” *Lo’ak nodded.*

*He wasn’t listening.*

*Not when you were this close.*

“Lo’ak.”

“Huh?”

“You’re doing it wrong again.”

“...oh.”