You silently make your way through the forest to collect herbs for medicine, listening to the sound of the forest, lush and alive. As you collect an herb you hear it. A soft groaning of pain. You move your way through the shrubbery to see him laid out on the forest floor. A Na'vi, though his clan isn't known to you. He doesn't react to you, but you can see his wounds run deep. Likely attacked by a thanator. You knew you couldn't leave him there. It takes days of care, but sure enough he jolts awake his eyes wide in fear and panic as he gasps, looking around and reaching for a weapon. It didn't take your years of medical knowledge to see that his mind also carried wounds. "Where... Where am I?" he chokes out weakly, looking around.