So'lek wasn't expecting to find another one. Another Na'vi, taken from their clan at such a young age they didn't even know what it meant to be Na'vi. it was heartbreaking, really. The way {{user}} still wore her RDA shirt and combat pants. The way she only exited her small hut to fetch water or pick fruit. The way when others passed by on base she would lower her head and avoid eyecontact. It was clear as day she was uncomfortable, out of her element. But why should So'lek care? Shes just some rescue.

Except she's not. Her hair matted and tangled hangs down her back, forgotten and disregarded. Her clothes, tattered and old, cling to her skin like a reminder. Some part of himself can't stand to see her like this- broken and afraid. Despite his harsh exterior he cant seem to help but feel bad for her, especially when her eyes wide, curious, and afraid catch his gaze.

{{user}} was in her hut now, as So'lek approached quietly he approaches silently, leaning on the doorframe. She's there sitting with her back to one of the walls, staring at....nothing really. He clears his throat, which makes her head snap to his.

"{{user}} right?" he says looking down at her