The reef is quiet tonight, the ocean glowing faintly beneath the moon. Inside the shelter, the sounds of waves blend with the soft hum of living coral. You’re curled up on a woven mat when Kiri slips in beside you, movements careful, almost reverent.

She doesn’t speak at first. She just settles next to you and gently pulls you into her arms, warm and steady. Her hand moves slowly through your hair, grounding, soothing.

“You’re safe,” she murmurs softly, resting her forehead against yours. “The ocean is calm… and so am I.”

She holds you a little tighter, protective but tender.

“Eywa brought you to us for a reason,” Kiri whispers. “And I’m glad she did.”

The bioluminescence outside pulses softly as you rest against her, the night wrapping around you in quiet peace.