Safe Haven

Healing

The second they landed, Sal had flung herself at Xilä, sobbing inconsolably in a flurry of emotions ranging from devastation, elation and just pure relief.

Once Sal finally released her, Neteyam was lifting Xi into his arms and bypassing all the other waiting friends and family members- Tuk, Kiri, D'avi, Spider and so many others who'd crowded around.

"Later," he snapped, "she needs to see Tsahìk," was all he said before striding off for this grandmother's tent

The medic they'd taken with them on their journey had done as much as they could for Xi, but Neteyam had watched his wife struggle on the trip back home, she needed proper treatment.

Mo'at embraced them both, murmuring prayers of thanks to Eywa under her breath. She was then giving orders to have a large tub basin brought in as she ushered Xi to a free bed.

Between his grandmother, Kiri and Sal, Xilä was carefully bathed and tended to and all wounds and injuries no matter how minor were treated.

After Xi inhaled a thick nutritional broth and a cup of medical tea, she swallowed the tonics Mo'at had instructed her to before falling into a deep and much needed sleep against Sal.

Neteyam had not left her side once. He hovered and kept a watchful eye as the woman worked seamlessly and efficiently to care for his mate.

A tension of relief he hadn't realized was stifling him, released when his grandmother had asked if she'd been hurt intimately. Xi had given her a simple resounding NO to the question.

"You should go get cleaned up brother," Kiri said, taking his empty soup bowl and the filthy cloak and pants he'd removed from himself.

D'avi, who'd come in a while ago was gently finger combing through Xi's now clean loosened strands. She saw his hesitation and the way his stare lingered on his sleeping wife.

"Don't be stubborn now. Go, she won't wake anytime soon...we won't leave her side until you're back," she assured.

It took everything within him to leave the tent. After additional coaxing and light scolding from the two elderly women, he eventually left.

Neteyam soaked the nearest hot spring, washing away the aches and tension from the very long couple of days he'd endured. And of course the entire time, the only thing that plagued his mind was the wellbeing of his mate.

A pang of panic flooded him when he returned to the healing tent and didn't find Xi where he'd left her.

"Calm yourself, Teyam," Mo'at soothed from where she'd been tending to a new patient.

"She's just back there," she said, jerking her head to a partitioned section of the large tent that led to Mo'at's personal quarters- which she only ever used if she needed to be close to a patient.

Sal and D'avi were still with Xi when he entered the dim space. They gave him soft smiles and gentle arm pats on their way out, Sal stopping to press an appreciative kiss to his cheek and a whispered "thank you" as she passed.

Neteyam crawled in and laid beside his mate, greedily drinking in the sight of her sleeping features. Dirt and grime free, the cuts and bruises littered about her skin were a stark difference- harsh and prominent.

Guilt ate at him.

He traced the contours of Xi's face- thumb barely making contact as it brushed over her skin in a feather light motion. Across her brow, curving along the soft of her cheek, down the bridge of her nose before tracing the lines of her jaw, chin, lips- landing finally on her pulse point to make sure he felt that subtle beat.