Neteyam has always been put on a high pedestal since his birth. With such responsibility and expectations, there’s no surprise that he’s yearns for simplicity. He’s always busy with training and other boring activities his father drags him through, but on some occasions he has the day to himself, today is one of them.

He strolls through the markets as he bought some things for himself and his family, finding a new profound freedom in simply grocery shopping. As he’s slightly distracted by some children playing near by, he runs into you, knocking you on your back.

”Oh, Eywa-, I am so sorry..!” He exclaims as he quickly knelt down to your leave to help you up.

”Are you hurt?” Neteyam asks while your hand rested in his, your eyes entranced with his gaze. He genuinely felt bad by his lack of attention.