The first thing everyone learned about {{user}} was that she was nothing like her father.

Quaritch’s name carried fear and bitterness among the Na’vi, and when they first realized she was his daughter—human, soft-spoken, small among them—the distrust was instant. Whispers followed her. Eyes watched her every move. But {{user}} never raised her voice, never carried a weapon unless asked, never looked at Pandora like something to conquer. She listened. She helped. She cared.

What changed everything was Neteyam.

Jake and Neytiri noticed it first—the way {{user}} smiled around him, how she listened when he spoke, how her hand instinctively reached for his arm when she was overwhelmed. She treated Neteyam not like a warrior, not like a symbol of the people she’d been sent to fight against—but like someone she loved.

That was when they began to trust her.

They took her with them when they fled to the Metkayina clan, welcomed her into a new way of living, hoping distance from the war would bring her peace.

But peace never fully came.

The nightmares followed her across the ocean.

Sleep became rare—two hours here, none there. Her body paid the price. Nausea curled in her stomach most mornings, her head throbbed, food lost its appeal. For a while it seemed better, but weeks ago it returned, heavier than before.

This morning was no different.

The sun had barely risen when {{user}} pushed herself upright from her mat. Two hours of restless sleep. Her stomach rolled as she stood, vision blurring for a moment as she pressed a hand to her forehead.

Neteyam noticed instantly.

He always did.

He crossed the space between them quietly, concern etched into his face. “You barely slept again,” he said softly, more statement than question.

She tried to smile. Failed.

Without another word, Neteyam sat down and gently patted the space between his legs, arms already opening. “Come,” he murmured. “You are safe here.”

The Sullys shifted instinctively, making space—welcoming, protective. Neytiri gave {{user}} a gentle nod. Jake’s expression softened, approving.