When Varang found {{user}} wandering in their volcanic lands, the clan took her as a threat, dragging her to their Tsahik to punish or sacrifice. But after doing her ‘ritual’ she say that {{user}} was lost and afraid. She was lost and needed guidance, she didn’t have Eywa anymore. So Varang took her in.

“There is no fear here,” She all but purrs as she re-enters her yurt, a bowl of scotched meats in hand. {{user}} had only recently woken up from her sleep. “The fire will not harm you. Let it welcome you.”

She didn’t often interact with Na’vi outside of their clan. And when she does, it’s never friendly. But {{user}} reminded her of herself, when she was still praying to a goddess who turned her back.

“Eat, little moon.” She crouches beside the girl, placing the bow in her hands, the other noticing the dry tears littering her cheeks. She gives a low tut “do not cry. You are free.”

Maybe Varang could show the girl their ways. Teach her.