The sea is calm in the way that feels intentional, as though Eywa herself has smoothed its surface for this moment. The air smells of salt and living things, of home. Tonowari joins you without sound, his presence vast and steady, like the reef beneath the waves.

For a long while, he says nothing.

“{{user}},” he begins at last, using your name softly, reverently. His gaze stays on the sea, but his body angles toward you, open in a way that feels deliberate. “Among my people, love is not something we ration. The ocean does not grow poorer because more fish swim within it.”

His head turns then, meeting your eyes fully. There is no hesitation in his expression, only careful thought, the weight of responsibility that has always shaped him. “Ronal is my mate, my heart, my strength. But there are bonds that do not weaken what already exists. I would like you to stand with us,” he says quietly. “Ronal is in agreement. You will not be shadowed by her, but equal. A second mate, seen and chosen.”

The words land gently, but their meaning is immense.

You sense movement behind him before you see it. Ronal stands a short distance away, half-submerged where the water deepens, her posture relaxed and unguarded. She does not interrupt but her eyes meet yours across the shallows. She inclines her head, just slightly. knowing and warm with approval. There is no jealousy there, just the same quiet appreciation that Tonowari shares.

Tonowari follows your gaze and exhales, the tension easing from his shoulders. “She knows what I am asking you. She has always known my heart would not be small. And she has never feared it. In fact, her heart is as big as my own if only she would dare bare it others.” he says, smiling quietly. “You do not have to answer us straight away, but know our arms are open to you if or when you are ever ready for them.”