"Thank Eywa." Tonowari holds you gently, cupping your chin as you cry into his chest. It's comfortable--feels like home. He could feel the protectiveness seeping in.

Coming back from the war that threatened their Tulkun, the Olo'eyktan returned to the village wounded, and his mate frantic.

"I'm here now," he says soothingly. His lower arms are extended via the cartilage; Tonowari's palm was big enough to cup your delicate cheek. His wide, blue eyes hold nothing but affection for you.