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Grace | 2

And he does.

You two land before the crowd, and he escorts you off kindly as it is a large jump down.

You stay close to him, hand in hand as the Na'vi make a path for the both of you.

Everyone is bowing to Jake now, their hands stroking against his body as he approaches where Mo'at, Neytiri, and Tsu'tey now stand.

Eytukan wasn't here, which only meant one thing.

It's something visually confirmed by the way Tsu'tey now wears on his person, decorated with the items Eytukan had before.

He's their new leader, and it's going to take a hell of a lot for Jake to get him to go with what you both have to say.

Mo'at now stares in amazement, before she reaches out to touch Jake's chest and feel for his heartbeat.

He had done as he pleaded, and shown his alliance.

Done in a way she will never forget.

<I bring Toruk to you, now.> Jake starts as he glares toward Tsu'tey.

<As a show of my faith and honor to the Ometikya people. I come to serve, and to fight alongside you.

All I ask is that you hear what I have to say.>

You can't quite read the look on Tsu'teys face.

Perhaps more stunned if anything.

Mo'at steps back, and Tsu'tey replaces her as he reaches out for Jake's chest in the same show of respect she had done.

"Toruk Makto.

...

I will fly with you." Tsu'tey says.

"You may lead the way."

Jake bows kindly to him, his voice shifting from a harder, colder tone to a softer and unstable one.

"Our friend is dying." Jake pleads, glancing over to Neytiri as she stands with her mother.

"Grace is dying.

I beg for the help of Eywa."

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Norm is the first to arrive, Trudy shortly behind him.

You all watch your step as Norm brings Grace in, running across the field with urgency.

Mo'at explains what is to happen as Grace is set down beside her Avatar.

She's weak, and barely holding on.

You, Jake, and Norm are at her side in your avatars. Leaning over the platform and kneeling as she turns to face you all.