As the night progressed, Damian noticed something about Luna's behavior that had been building gradually over the past few days.
She'd stopped calling him "brother."
Just used his name now, casually and naturally, as if the familial title had become unnecessary or uncomfortable somehow.
She was more physically comfortable around him too. Grabbing his arm while walking, leaning against him during the performance, touching his hand to get his attention.
Small gestures that felt less like sibling affection and more like something else entirely.
And she wasn't shy anymore.
The quiet, sweet girl who'd blushed at everything had been replaced by someone more confident, more direct, and more willing to express what she wanted.
'She's almost fifteen now. Entrance exams for the Academy are only a few months away. Not a little girl anymore, despite how I still think of her sometimes.'
