𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Na'vi language will be in bold.
'✈️' = time skip

The storm settled down, rain still falling down slow enough. I started stripping off my clothing, knowing that Quaritch wasn't looking. Even if he was, I wasn't really a prude person.

With both of my pieces of clothing put to the side, I entered the gorgeously lit pond, the water being quite warm. I kept letting the water take me deeper and deeper before it was right below my collar bone. I rubbed my wound that was now being covered completely by the clear liquids. The thick clumps of blood that was crusted over, now dissolved.

I cupped my hands, pouring some of the refreshing water over my shoulders before I decided to take a deep breath, bringing myself under it shortly.

I was fine until I felt a similar feeling of how trapped I was with Spider, so I shot back up from the water, replaying those memories through my head. I rethought the feeling of almost dying, feeling how tight my chest was, looking at my son's unconscious body.

I looked around, familiarizing myself with my surroundings before I justified that I'd be alright and I'm safe here. I'm not in the ocean any longer. I slowed down the pace of my breath, walking back and forth through the pond water. I splashed a bit more of it on my face, then bringing myself over to the end of it, getting out of it.

I pulled on my newly created loincloth, slipping my tail right through it. From the reflection of the water I could see myself, and I truly loved the design on me. The skin on my body still had a couple drops of water left, my hair still completely soaked. I squeezed out as much water as I possibly could, going right back to the cave afterwards.

I felt cleaner now, but my leg was obviously still killing me. "Hey." Quaritch addressed once he heard my foot steps. He looked me up and down, but in view of the fact the lighting was so dim, I couldn't see his face.

"Hi." I sat down carefully, watching out for my leg without another sound. He stood up walking to the front of the shelter we had chosen, taking off his tank top. "Where are you leaving to?" I inquired, watching him turn his body to face me. With his shirt off and gear off, I got to see more of him that I didn't before hand. He was muscular, had defined abs and had a dark red cut that seemed pretty deep running right along his stomach that was still bleeding.

"I'm gonna wash off as well." Quaritch concluded, taking himself outside of the hide-out. For the next 5 to 10 minutes I went out to find supplies to help his and my wound instead of just sitting there at the fire and warming up, which I probably needed most right now. I also chose to grab some supplies to make some sort of cloak so I wouldn't freeze to death.

I scurried back quickly, getting frightened from the storm above me. I placed all of my materials far from the fire, sitting myself down. I started with the cloak, beginning to knit materials together. I knew it would most likely take all night, but I was still willing to do it.

Just as I began, Quaritch had returned. He had his clothes on again, guessing they were dry, just not his shirt. "Did you really get more stuff?" He snickers, sitting down on the opposite end of where I was. I nod, "Where are you getting all from?" He tilts his head. "Forest." I shortly answer. He only raises his eyebrows, nodding his head.

But unfortunately I soon realized the materials I was using for the cloak wouldn't be enough. I let out an exaggerated sigh, picking myself back up for the millionth time tonight. From the corner of my eye, I could see Quaritch giving me a confused expression.