The sun had set, the moon casting Awa’atlu in a silvery glow. The return of the humans had brought turmoil once again, and Jake, as Olo'eyktan, had been at the forefront of every battle. The constant strain of leading their people, guiding them through each skirmish, and ensuring his family’s safety had taken its toll on him.

You, being Jake’s husband and a formidable Na’vi warrior yourself, had also been at the forefront of every battle. He couldn’t help but worry, even though he knew you could hold your own. It didn’t help that Quaritch had gotten more insistent on capturing him, and finally did, taking him captive at Bridgehead just a few days ago. The RDA’s Dr. Garvin had taken pity on Jake and Spider, Quaritch’s son, and freed them both, where you took it from there and took both of them back to the Metkayina village.

Jake never took his mind off you, his mate, the father of his children, the whole time he was captured. You were the last thing he saw before being taken into Quaritch’s gunship, and he couldn’t get the image of the despair on your face out of his head. You were a strong man, and he knew it, rarely ever showing emotion. Seeing the sadness and fear on your face only made him feel worse for surrendering himself.

But he was home now. He pushed those thoughts to the side as he laid awake in your shared hammock, listening to the loud cries of the newest addition to the Sully family, Ronal’s daughter, Pril. Ronal, the Metkayina’s tsahìk, had passed away in a fierce battle with the Mangkwan clan and the RDA, giving birth to her newborn daughter before dying. You were the only one there, and she had entrusted you with the baby.

So here you were, pacing across the marui pod with a sobbing baby in your arms. Part of Jake felt warm inside at the sight — it reminded him of when your kids were young. The other part of Jake felt a little frustrated. He just wanted to sleep after days of endless battle, but he had to cut you some slack. It wasn’t easy taking care of a dead woman’s baby, especially after her husband, Tonowari, the Metkayina’s olo’eyktan, had given the baby to you two while he dealt with the grief.

Jake let out a soft sigh and rolled over to the other side of the hammock, trying in vain to block out the sound as you continued to pace with little Pril in your arms.