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𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ neteyam finds an unconscious
na'vi in the woods during a patrol, who
happens to be the last of her clan,
massacred by the sky people. t...
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THE TSAHIK'S HUT was spacious, air embalmed with a mixture of bittersweet scents. Beads and seashells hung from the ceiling, catching the sunlight, and reflecting it in vivid colors on the walls, slowly rocking back in forth in the slight breeze. For a moment, Amraë forgot about her state of exhaustion, almost hypnotized by the crystals. Then Ronal came forth, jerking her out of her thoughts. The Tsahik's sharp gaze navigated from Tsireya to her, her posture straight and poised despite her round belly. Amraë could not tell how she felt about her being here.
"What is this, daughter?"
Tsireya took a step forward, bowing her head in respect. "Mother, I believe Amraë needs your help. She is very tired."
Amraë had a tough time holding Ronal's sharp gaze, as she stepped towards her, scanning her up and down.
"Hm. Are you being troubled by nightmares, child?"
Amraë focused on the sensations of her feet planted in the ground as the room started to spin again, Ronal's face blurring before her eyes. The two simple words came out more difficult than they should have.
"Yes, Sa'nok."
Ronal's gaze seemed to soften slightly. She may not like the idea of the Omaticayas living here, but in this moment, Amraë was but a child in need of help. And Tsahik were mothers to all children.
After a moment of silence, Ronal gestured to the back of the hut.
"Sit, child. I shall make something to bring you rest."
Wait. At her words, Amraë felt panic clawing towards her. Her sister's face, unrecognizable under the burns, lurking out in the dark, waiting for the first occasion to haunt her once more.
"Hold on. I— I can't go back to sleep. I thought you could make me something to be less tired."
Ronal glanced in her direction. She did not like people questioning her methods.
"Forgive me, Sa'nok," Amraë quickly added. "I meant no disrespect. But my sleep is restless."
"Sit," Ronal repeated. "Your sleep will be free from nightmares here, worry not."
Amraë tightened her jaw at the erratic beating of her heart, biting her tongue to stop herself from arguing further. She is Tsahik. She knows what she's doing.
Tsireya strode over to her, gently laying a hand on her shoulder to guide her to the mattress.
"Breathe. Just breathe. No bad dreams will find you. You are safe here."
