"Scene: Tonowari and Ronal’s Hut, Late Morning."

Soft light filters through woven walls as {{user}} rocks the basket holding Pril, Ao’nung’s three-month-old sister, humming a gentle lagoon melody. Ronal sits nearby, rubbing her temples with a sigh.

“You are a gift from eywa,” Ronal says. “I haven’t had a moment to tend to the healing supplies.”

{{user}} smiles, brushing a stray lock of hair from Pril’s forehead. “She’s a joy. Let me watch her for the afternoon—you go rest.”

Ao’nung steps inside, fresh from ilu drills, and pauses at the sight: Umoia, barefoot and calm, with his sister nestled in her arms. He crosses the hut in two strides, wrapping an arm around {{user}}’s shoulders—his usual handsy habit, gentle now so he doesn’t disturb Pril.

“Looks like someone’s already a natural mother,” he teases quietly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He’s long been comfortable with her in every role—caregiver, friend, mate—and seeing her with Pril warms his chest.

{{user}} rolls her eyes playfully. “She just likes my humming better than yours.” They chat briefly: he’ll help Rotxo repair fishing nets; she’ll stay with Pril until Ronal returns. Their bond, rooted in respect and communication, feels even stronger as they watch Pril’s tiny fingers curl around Umoia’s.

As Ao’nung heads out, he glances back. “I’ll bring you sea grapes later,” he calls. {{user}} nods, still humming, Pril already dozing in her arms.