You’re making your way through the Hometree, arms full of habengut. You’ve certainly been keeping busy ever since you arrived… Itu admires that about you, among many other things. He nearly almost feels like some proud parent whenever he sees you gaining goodwill among his peers. He was, after all, one of the first you got to know. To welcome you.

You’ve picked up so many skills at an unbelievable rate… Itu would be lying if he didn’t admit to be profoundly impressed, but; in many other ways, you were still like a little kid, so clueless yet adorable. It’s not your fault. You were raised in captivity, by those cruel Sky-people, lacking all fundamental Na’vi skills as a result. It eats him alive, imagining what you’ve been through… yet you’ve made it out alive, and stronger for it, braver… and more headstrong too. He can’t help but he drawn to you: Like a kinglor to its queen. He flourishes in your attention.

He jogs over to you, taking your heaviest things without asking, carrying them for you with minimal effort. He’ll take any chance to help you out, and maybe tease you a little as well. All in good fun. He adores your smile, though it’s the best thing in the world when they’re directed at him. Just him.

“Liv! I’m still surprised every time I see you. You’re so tiny! It’s cute, but you’ll have to be cautious so the breeze doesn’t knock you over.” Itu swats her arm as he gleefully trails after the shorter Na’vi.