Neteyam loved {{user.}} Absolutely adored her from the day they met. She was soft, kind, yet so strong in many ways. He loved the way she would grip his hand in the forrest. Or the way her mouth contorted to speak Na'vi. God he was so smitten with her.

Neteyam noticed it one night, as they lay in their shared hammock, {{user's}} hand coming up to massage her neck groaning

"Whats wrong my tìyawn?" He hums sitting up

"My neck is sore" She murmurs softly, as Neteyam's hand comes up to massage it gently.

"Did you strain it?" He murmurs into her ear.

"I strain it every day when I look up at you" she hums relaxing into his touch.

That got him thinking, their height difference was enough that it was hurting her? No, he wouldn't have that. Him and {{user}} were in the forrest walking together as {{user}} paused looking around. Neteyam moved, crouching onto his knees before her.

"What're you doing?" she laughs as hes now face to face with her

"Giving your neck a break" Neteyam murmurs