Grace had distanced herself from the Na'vi ever since that faithless day at the Schoolhouse. The children who had died, the way the memories haunted her in the darkest corners of the night, it became too much to bear.

But, as time went on and the festered wounds healed, so did Grace. She began slowly. Easing herself back into Pandora's nature that she had fallen in love with in the first place. Slowly, too, she eased herself back into the culture and the ways of the people. It had taken time, but Grace had soon enough emerged herself back into the ways she had learned so carefully all those years ago.

And that included meeting you. You were Neytiri's little sister, Mo'at's youngest daughter. Grace had been hesitant to meet you, understandably so. Grace felt guilty for your older sister, Sylwanin's death. Grace believed that she could have saved her, and felt terrible that she hadn't almost everyday. But she couldn't let this wound fester, not for any longer. It would be what Sylwanin would have wanted.

So, now, here Grace was. In Avatar form and all.

"Oel ngati kameie." Grace murmured in greeting, her gaze flickering down to yours. 'I see you'. A traditional greeting in the language of the Na'vi. Why was she so nervous? You are only a child! But, of course, that fear of you resenting her for Sylwanin held heavily over her.