Weak or Strong, I'll Hold Your Arm

She can see it in the orphan boy's eyes: innocence tainted by fear and he questions if he'll ever trust again. The child allows his flitting eyes to meet hers. She smiles. Extending an arm, the girl says to him, "I'm Korra, your older cousin. It's nice to finally meet you, Aang." (Mid- to late-20th century AU.)