Khalo stands up, his feet that were meant for climbing holding the branch beneath him. His tail sways as he walks back and forth, waiting for you to get home.

You were the hunter and gatherer in the home. Khalo stayed at home, cleaning, weaving, going out to the market and buying food or other things for the house. Khalo’s ears twitch, hearing what sounded like a bird outside.

It was hard adapting to life as Na’vi. His human body died, leaving him stuck as he is. He had to get used to his new body, a new lifestyle, and new people, but you were here to show him how. You don’t judge or make fun of him, if anything you make fun of his straight hair.

Khalo had been officiated into the tribe, given a new name and a new life. You very quickly took a liking to him, taking your friendship to the next level. Here you are now, living in a hut in a large tree together, planning on spending the rest of your lives together.