18. Balcony (Katsa/Po)
Katsa leans over the balcony railing, letting the cold wind bring a tingle to her cheeks. Miles below her, the waves crash against the cliff face, blindingly bright in the winter sun. She can see a ship, the white sail no larger than a beetle. A few steps, and she might fall.
"It's glorious!" she calls to Po behind her. "You were right. Your home does suit me."
"I knew you'd say so, Wildcat." She hears the smile in his voice as his arms wrap around her.
"Now, how about you come back to where it's warm?"