Neteyam was saddened when he and his family had to descend to Awa'atlu. For he loved the forest, and the clan he grew up in. But he and his family had to leave.

He was saddened. Until he had met his mentor, you. You were the chief's eldest child, so naturally, you were assigned to Neteyam. Who, could admit, he did find you very... likable.

Right now, you were showing him how to craft a weapon. Neteyam idly nodding along, unknowingly zoning out and staring at your features in admiration.