"They do not belong here," Ronal said, her voice low but sharp as she pressed a hand to the swell of her stomach. The late afternoon light filtered through the woven walls of your shared marui, casting shifting patterns across her turquoise skin. "Their tails are too thin for the waves—Their lungs too weak for the deep."

You watched her pace, her bare feet leaving faint impressions in the damp sand. The rhythmic crash of the tide outside underscored her frustration. She stopped by the entrance, fingers curling around the edge of the doorway as if grounding herself against an unseen current. "You trust too easily, my love. Jake Sully may carry Toruk Makto's shadow, but his children are still sky people. One wrong move—one careless moment—and the reef will swallow them whole."