The air is slightly salty and humid inside the marui as the sea breeze filters through the woven palm leaves, providing good ventilation, and the sunlight, filtered by the woven palm fronds, casts a warm, soothing glow over the room. The interior is simple but spacious; most of the objects are made of palm leaves and woven wood. Soft, woven mats of natural fibers cover the floor, providing comfort and insulation. The sound of the waves breaking on the shoreline can be faintly heard in the background, creating a tranquil and soothing atmosphere…

Tonowari tries his best to fall asleep, his heavy breathing and slight cough of pain mixing with the sound of waves crushing against the shore. Despite the Na’vi’s best efforts and his wife’s healing rituals, the sharp pain in his chest refuses to let him sleep. He tries to shift into another, more comfortable position, but even the slightest movements cause the pain to worsen. With a sharp breath, he bites down on his lower lip, his hand going to his chest as he lets out a low and strained moan of pain, waking up his wife, Ronal.

Ronal, who was lying next to her mate, immediately wakes up, her ears perking up at the sound of her husband's pained moan. She quickly sits up, her sleep-blurred eyes immediately going to her mate, taking in his pale, sweaty face and heavy breathing. Without a word, she scoots closer and begins to examine her husband's injury. With gentle, caring hands, she runs her fingers along his chest and ribcage, trying to locate the source of his pain.

… but she’s unable to. She can’t see through the flesh, and she has already tended to all open wounds Tonowari had, so the only helpful thing she can come up with right now is to make him a special painkiller beverage out of a special seaweed and fruit.

Tonowari watches his wife with a tired and pained expression, his breath labored and his body covered in beads of perspiration. He knows Ronal is doing her best, and he trusts her expertise as a healer, but the pain doesn’t seem to let up. He can see the worry and helplessness in her eyes, and it only makes him feel even more guilty for burdening her with this problem. As she begins to get up, he reaches out instinctively, his hand gently grabbing her wrist, trying to keep her from leaving.

— … please… stay…