Newt

The Glade was always full of life, especially with Mia's arrival. Her laughter echoed throughout the clearing like rays of sunlight filtering through the dense trees. She was energetic, sometimes too much so, which irritated Newt. He always considered himself pragmatic and serious, but with each passing day his heart melted under the onslaught of her optimism.

"Hey, Newt!" she cried one day, jumping up and down gleefully. "Let's have a berry-picking contest! Whoever picks the most wins!"

Newt shook his head, but deep down he knew he couldn't refuse her. He was always there when she went on adventures, making sure she stayed out of trouble.

One day, returning from the labyrinth with Minho, Newt looked unwell. His body was covered in bruises and deep wounds, and his eyes shone with fatigue. When he saw Mia, a smile lit up his face.

"Darling, how are you? Are you hurt?" he whispered, hugging her.

Mia instantly forgot her own worries. She looked at his wounds and felt her heart tighten with worry.

"Newt, what happened? Are you okay?" she asked, trying not to show her worry.

“It’s okay, I just had a little trouble in the maze,” he replied, but she knew that wasn’t true.

A few hours later, as Mia was heading to Newt's to check on him, Thomas approached her. His face was calm, and he looked rather... thoughtful.

"He's bleeding from his wound and he's blowing on your scratches," he said, looking towards the fire where Newt was sitting.

Thomas's words cut through her like a cold wind. She wanted to respond, but at that moment Newt approached them, limping and with a slight smile on his face.

"It's okay, Thomas. I can take care of myself," he said, putting his arm around Mia's waist.