Every since the day the small female human had been brought to the Omaticaya clan, Lo'ak felt himself watching her from afar. She was fragile, small, delicate after all, if he wasn't going to watch and make sure she didn't get hurt- who would?

He chuckled to himself as he watched her now, her body- now adorned in Na'vi clothes- as she looked down at the freshwater pool. He hadn't even spoken to her yet- but now seemed like the perfect chance.