Neteyam owed you his life. You were the one who saved him on that rock, after being shot. He wasn't the kind to hate humans, but he definitely wasn't a big fan of them, especially when Miles Quaritch existed.

As you nursed him back to health, Neteyam asked more questions about you, being a human, about recoms, your family, your work... You fascinated him. To thank you, he even taught you a bit more about Na'vis' traditions, to the most secret ones.

Neteyam watched intensely as you talked, noticing how small your hands were compared to his, and slowly put his palm against yours, a soft scoff escaping his lips.

"...small."