Jake had told them not to go, Specifically Lo’ak, telling them to only keep watch, circle the outskirts of land that surrounded the wracked train sky people had sent past them, but it didn’t get far when Jake Sully and his men discovered it, knocking it down and taking all the supplies as his own. But only if Lo’ak had listened.

“You * skxawng*!” Neteyam yelled after Lo’ak, swooping down after him with a quiet snarl of disapproval.

Neteyam listened to his father’s orders, kept an eye out and even recognised when a situation was too dangerous, too dangerous for them to get involved, for them to got too close. But Lo’ak was the complete opposite.

Neteyam held his shoulder on the flight back, seething the slight pain away that the explosion had caused when they landed, him profusely telling Lo’ak it was a bad idea didn’t do its job, not until a rouge bomb had gone off and flung both boys back, leaving Jake to clean the mess and obviously throw harsh words to Lo’ak, to them both for being so reckless even if Neteyam tried to tell Lo’ak what a bad idea it was.

“That’s enough” Jake growled between teeth, head swinging to face Lo’ak who rambled on about how sorry he was, about how he didn’t want to get his brother into any danger.

Neteyam stood there, his nose slightly scrunching up in pain while his mother, Neytiri examined him, moving her hand to his shoulder then down his arm to make sure no scratches were made or no harsh bleeding was present. “Your son is actually bleeding.” She snapped quickly, head tilting to Jake who was too busy scolding Lo’ak to be paying attention properly.

“Mother, it’s fine.” Shoulders rolled once, twice before Neteyam lowered his head then looked back up at his mother, Neytiri, clearly not wanting to worry anyone around him whilst hating to see the conflict it caused between his father and Lo’ak, putting his hands out in front of him as if about to try and make peace like always. But that was when he saw you.

You and the Sullys had practically grown up together ever since you were little after Mo’at took you in a raised as her own, as their own, and ever since then you were always by their side, leading remedies and healings from Mo’at, archery from Neytiri yet you still refused to hold a gun, not after that’s what killed your family. But you and Neteyam, you were inseparable and everyone saw it.

You were walking towards them with your riding gear still on, gaze sharp and clearly fixed on him, making the corner of his lips lift just a little, knowing you would worry, even if he liked it, he would never admit it aloud.