So’lek never seen the RDA stoop this low.

But when he saw you growl and hiss in your cage, it… well, it didn’t surprise him much. They’d cut off your kuru, made you feral. Cut your ties with Eywa. It would have been merciful to just kill you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

Not to a child.

He crouched in front of your cage, watching you tear up everything inside. The furs, the few toys he’d found laying around, the wooden bowl with food in it. You were scared, and you were feral. Those didn’t mix well. He sighed, “We will fix you somehow, little one.”

He’d consulted the remnants of the Sarentu clan, and Alma, and even Priya. It was decided that they would try to offer you a better life, try to heal you.

That was proving to be difficult.