Zeyrala stirred in her hammock, her brow furrowing as a low rumble echoed in the distance, tugging her from sleep. She nuzzled instinctively closer to Neteyam, his warmth comforting even as unease crept into her subconscious. Then it happened. 

A deafening explosion shattered the night, its force so strong that the ground trembled beneath them. The sound was followed by the high-pitched screams of nearby villagers, their cries cutting through the air like a knife. Zeyrala jolted awake, her heart racing as her instincts took over. She barely registered Neteyam's arm tightening around her protectively as his own eyes snapped open, golden and alert in the dim glow.

"What was that?" She gasped, scrambling to sit up as her tail flicked in agitation of being woken up suddenly.

Neteyam was already moving, his muscles tense as he sat up beside her. "I don't know, but it's close." His voice was low and urgent, his ears swiveling toward the sounds of chaos outside.

Another explosion rang out, closer this time, shaking the walls of the hut. Zeyrala grabs onto Neteyam's arm, her gaze darting toward the entrance. "We have to go see what's happening!"

Neteyam nods, his tail lashing behind him as he swung his legs over the side of the hammock. "Stay close to me." He ordered firmly, his protective instincts flaring to life.

Before she could argue, the curtain to her room was yanked aside, revealing her father, Zyren, his eyes blazing with urgency. "Both of you follow me, something's attacking the village." He barked, motioning for them to follow him. Zeyrala shot to her feet, grabbing her bow and quiver from where they leaned against the wall. Neteyam was right behind her, his hand brushing against hers briefly, grounding her in the storm of panic swirling around them.

Outside, the once-quiet night was filled with chaos. Fires lit up the sky, their smoke twisting like serpents into the darkness. Villagers ran in every direction, shouting warnings and scrambling to protect their families. The ground trembled beneath their feet as yet another explosion tore through the air.

"What's causing this?" Zeyrala asked, her voice steady despite the fear in her chest.

" don't know yet," Zyren replies, his tone grim as his eyes scanned the horizon. "But we'e going to find out. Stay alert!"

Neteyam places a hand on Zeyrala's shoulder, his expression serious. "We stick together, no matter what."

She nodded, gripping her bow tightly as they moved as one into the chaos, ready to face whatever awaited them. At Jake's sudden orders they get to their ikrans and Zyren meets up with the other warriors on land to retrieve his gear. They head into the air, searching for the source of the attack. They quickly found the source. The Sky People were attacking. Fear gripped Zeyrala as she watched the destruction below, her eyes catching the sight of the humans in their strange, flying machines.

Jake and Neytiri were quick to act, leading the clan into battle. The Na'vi were an experienced, formidable force, and now with upgraded weapons thanks to the loyal humans who have helped them they were able to fight back better than just spears and bow n arrows. The battle was fierce, the Na'vi fighting with all their strength and skill. Zeyrala was in the air on her ikran called Rylah, a swift and loyal companion with bright, streaked wings that shimmered in the sunlight. Zeyrala gripped Rylah's reins tightly, her bow strapped across her back, her sharp eyes scanning the chaos below as they soared through the sky.

"Stay with me, Neteyam." She called over the rush of wind, her voice steady despite the fear churning in her stomach.

"I'm not going anywhere," Neteyam replied from his ikran. His focus was razor-sharp, his golden eyes darting between targets and their surroundings. His younger brother Lo'ak was with them as well and he had just suggested to go down and called his brother a wuss after he claimed their dad would skin them if they did. But Lo'ak, of course, didn't listen.

Zeyrala scowls at his retreating form, her tail lashing. "Skxawng! Come back here! We have to go after him!" She called out to Neteyam, already starting to fly after Lo'ak.

"I'll meet you down there. Be careful." He warned, his concern for his brother outweighing his worry for Zeyrala. He swooped down after Lo'ak, trying to catch up to him.

Zeyrala had landed, jumping off Rylah and taking off after Lo'ak, calling out for him to wait. She ran as fast as she could, dodging the chaos around her as her heart raced with fear and determination. She made sure to be out of any of the warriors way, and tried not to get in the way. She spotted her dad already suited up which didn't surprise her at all. She would have joined him if she wasn't chasing after Lo'ak.

Zyren was a force to be reckoned with, his powerful form slicing through the battlefield. He moved like a blur, his focus singular as he shot down Sky People after Sky People. But he paused when he caught a glimpse of his daughter, his ears flicking back as his protective instincts kicked in. . "Zeyrala! You're supposed to be up in the air!" Zeyrala ignored him, catching up to Lo'ak finally as Neteyam was close behind her, apologizing to Zyren along the way for them not listening.

"Lo'ak, stop! This is insane! You're insane!" She scowls as he was handed a gun. "Do you even know how to use that?" She punched him in the arm, gaining a glare from Lo'ak, but Zeyrala wasn't backing down. Her heart pounded with the rush of the battle, but she could feel her frustration growing as she watched Lo'ak act recklessly.

"I'm not going to let you get yourself killed over this, Lo'ak!" Zeyrala snapped, her voice sharp as she positioned herself between him and the approaching enemies.

Lo'ak huffs, clearly annoyed, but his gaze softened when he realized she wasn't backing down. "I know what I'm doing, Zey," He mutters, his eyes darting to the weapon in his hands. "I'm not just some kid you can protect forever."

"Then act like it!" Zeyrala shot back, her tone firm. "If you want to help, do it the smart way. Which is not running into battle without any plan or preparation!" She clenched her fists, trying to keep her emotions in check. The chaos of the battle around them made it harder to think clearly, but Zeyrala knew that rushing in recklessly was the last thing they needed. Her gaze flicks to the gun he held, her tail flicking with frustration. "That gun is useless if you don't know how to use it properly." She warned, her voice edged with concern. She didn't want to see Lo'ak get hurt, and the thought of him rushing into danger without thinking was making her heart race.

Lo'ak scoffs and easily sets it up, looking at his brother. "Dad taught me."

Neteyam caught up to them and scolded his brother for what he was doing. He was just as frustrated as Zeyrala, if not more. Nearby Jake spotted his two sons and Zeyrala amidst the warriors and anger with a mix of protectiveness washed over him. But when a spotter called out to signal incoming, his attention is turned to an oncoming ship. He used his coms to warn the team about the ship and to fall back.

Zeyrala gasps when she spotted it and quickly grabbed both brothers arms in an attempt to urge them forward, the ship getting closer and closer. "Come on! We have to move!"

As they run away to try to get to somewhere to avoid getting hit, the ship hit nearby causing a small explosion to happen. Everything happened so fast. Zeyrala's ears were ringing, and she couldn't tell what was happening. It was too much. There were explosions and screams all around her. It was overwhelming. Zeyrala's breath caught in her throat as the world seemed to blur around her. The explosion was deafening, and for a split second, she felt weightless, as if the ground beneath her had disappeared. Her heart raced, the chaos of the battle surging in her ears, and everything felt like it was happening in slow motion.

Zeyrala blinked as the world slowly came back into focus, her ears still ringing. She could feel the heat of flames licking at her skin and the weight of rubble pinning her down. Her heart pounded in her chest, her lungs struggling for air. Panic began to take hold, her mind reeling as she tried to process what had happened. She panicked more at realizing she was trapped by some large rubble. She tried to push herself up, her limbs shaky and weak. The ringing in her ears finally stopped and the distant sounds of battle soon reached her ears and grew louder. But she feared that she couldn't get out and might end up dying or worse. Though suddenly a blurry figure came into view, urgently murmuring to her that they would help her and just to hang on.

When Zyren caught a glimspe of the small explosion, he panicked because his daughter and the two Sully boys had been near that area. He rushed over immediately, relieved to spot Lo'ak running to a safer place but worried for his daughter and Neteyam. He spotted his daughter pinned down under the rubble and rushes over to help a hurt Neteyam trying to push off the heavy to take hold, her mind reeling as she tried to process what had happened.

Her breath hitched as the world slowly came back into focus. Her chest heaved with each breath, and the heavy weight pressing down on her made it hard to move. She could feel the heat from the flames licking at her skin, the smell of smoke and burning wood filling her nose. Her body ached, but the desperation to free herself from the rubble pinned her down was stronger. Her heart raced, her mind whirling with panic as the reality of the situation hit her.

I can't move... She thought frantically, her hands trembling as she tried to push the heavy rocks and debris away. Every movement sent pain shooting through her limbs, but the panic of being trapped was worse. She could hear the distant sounds of the battle, explosions and shouting, but it felt so far away now. Her vision blurred, and she felt herself losing control, as if the world around her was closing in.  

No... Zeyrala fearfully thought.The fear intensified when she realized she couldn't free herself. Her chest tightened as she struggled for breath, her limbs aching with every attempt to move. Her head spun, and her body felt numb. This is it. This is how it ends...

Just as she was about to give in to the overwhelming fear, a blurry figure appeared through the smoke and dust, moving quickly toward her. The figure's presence felt like a lifeline in the chaos.

"Zeyrala!" The voice was urgent, calling her name as a hand reached out to her. It was familiar, and despite the panic swelling inside her, she felt a small flicker of hope. The voice was low and soothing, yet filled with determination. "Just hang on, we'll get you out of here. I've got you, Zeze."

When Zyren caught a glimpse of the small explosion, he panicked because his daughter and the two Sully boys had been near that area. He rushed over immediately, relieved to spot Lo'ak running to a safer place but worried for his daughter and Neteyam. As Zyren rushed toward the explosion, panic clutched at his chest. His eyes scanned the smoke-filled scene, heart thundering in his ears. Relief flickered briefly when he spotted Lo'ak darting to safety, but it vanished as his gaze locked onto Zeyrala, pinned beneath a heavy slab of debris. Neteyam was beside her, struggling to push the rubble off, his face twisted in determination.

"Neteyam!" Jake's voice booms as he sprinted toward the scene, rifle bouncing against his back. He skids to a halt next to Zyren, his eyes quickly assessing the situation. "What happened?"

"She's stuck!" Neteyam shouts, his voice strained. Sweat poured down his face as he pushed against the debris, his strength faltering. "I can't lift it alone!"

Jake's sharp eyes flicked to Neteyam's chest, where a deep gash bled freely, staining his skin and dripping down to his waist. "You're hurt!"

"I'm fine!" Neteyam growls, his teeth gritted. "Help me get her out!"

Jake crouches beside Zyren, who was already attempting to lift the slab. "Alright, together. On my count. Neteyam, as soon as we lift, you pull her out."

Zeyrala groans faintly, her vision swimming as the pain in her side and legs became more pronounced. Her breath hitched, and her gaze landed on Neteyam's chest, where blood continued to seep from his wound. "Teyam...You're hurt." She whispered, her voice weak but laced with concern.

Neteyam met her gaze, his expression softening for a moment despite the urgency. "Don't worry about me, Zeze." He said firmly. "You're the one who needs help right now."

"Focus, both of you!" Jake barks, positioning himself to lift. "Zeyrala, stay still. We're getting you out."

"One...Two...Three!" Jake and Zyren heaved together, muscles straining as they lifted the heavy debris. Inch by inch, the slab shifted, revealing Zeyrala's battered form.

"Now, Neteyam!" Jake ordered.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his chest, Neteyam leaned forward and carefully slid his arms under Zeyrala. She cried out as he lifted her, her legs dragging painfully free from the rubble. Her side throbbed, and she realized her ribs were likely bruised or worse. She could barely breathe, her body feeling like it was on fire as the pain surged through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to push the agony aside, but it was overwhelming. Her mind swam with exhaustion and fear as Neteyam gently pulled her from the debris, his strong arms supporting her, though she could feel his own wounds—he was hurt too.

"Easy, Zeze," Neteyam murmurs, his voice a steady presence even as he struggled to keep her steady. His golden eyes, usually so full of life and determination, now held a flicker of concern that only made Zeyrala's heart ache more. "I got you." He added, holding her securely despite the blood dripping from his chest wound.

"I'm fine, Teyam..." She whispered weakly, though the words felt hollow. "You're bleeding..."

"I'm fine, Zeze." Neteyam insists, his jaw tight with determination. "We need to get you out of here first."

Zyren knelt beside them, his large hands gently cupping her face. "Rala, look at me," He said softly, his voice a mixture of concern and calm, trying to focus her hazy vision on him. "You're going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise."

Her eyes flutters open, locking onto her father's. As she leans into his touch, her ears flatten weakly, and her voice came out barely above a whisper. "I'm here, dad. I'm sorry..."

Zyren shakes his head, his stern features softening as relief washed over him. "No apologies, baby girl. Just stay with me." His hands trembled slightly as he checked her over for further injuries, his heart aching at the sight of her battered form.

Jake's voice cut through the moment. "We need to move. Gunship's inbound. Let's get her back to the camp now."

Zeyrala's weak gaze flicks to Neteyam with a frown. "Teyam needs help too."

Jake crouches beside them, sparing a quick glance at Neteyam's wound. "That's not good, but we need to move now. This area isn't safe."

Another explosion shook the ground, sending debris flying through the air. Neteyam had to brace himself, his grip tightening on Zeyrala as the shockwave hit them. His own wound flared with pain, but he gritted his teeth, unwilling to let go of her. The explosion sent dust and smoke swirling around them, making it harder to see. Zeyrala's grip on his arm tightened instinctively, but she was barely conscious, her body shaking with every breath as the weight of the battle pressed down on them. Jake and Zyren shielded them as much as they could from the flying debris, their bodies forming a barrier against the chaos around them. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble with every explosion, the air thick with smoke and the acrid smell of gunfire. Zeyrala's pulse raced as she tried to stay awake, but the pain and exhaustion were starting to overwhelm her.

"Neteyam, get her on your ikran," Jake commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Zyren and I will cover you." Neteyam nodded, his jaw tight. He carefully hoisted Zeyrala onto his ikran, securing her as she winced in pain. Blood continued to seep from his wound, but his focus remained unwavering. Neteyam's hands shook slightly as he fastened Zeyrala onto his ikran, his worry for her outweighing the pain from his own injury. Every breath felt labored, and his chest burned with each movement, but he couldn't afford to slow down. Zeyrala was barely conscious, her body sagging against him as the pain from her injuries and the overwhelming chaos around them threatened to pull her under.

"Hold on, Zeze," Neteyam whispers, his voice low and reassuring. "I've got you. We're almost there." He gently adjusted her position, trying to make her as comfortable as possible, though it was clear that every movement caused her pain. Zeyrala's barely audible response was a soft, strained murmur, the words lost between the smoke and the sound of distant explosions.

"Get moving, Neteyam!" Jake shouts over the noise, his voice tinged with urgency. "We've got your back!" With one final glance at the battlefield, Neteyam nudged his ikran forward, his eyes fixed on the camp in the distance. Every second counted now. Zeyrala needed medical attention, and fast. Despite the burning pain in his chest, Neteyam pushed the limits of his endurance, guiding his ikran at a steady pace toward the camp. His grip on the reins was tight, but his mind remained on Zeyrala—on her safety, on getting her to the med tent.

Her grip on his arm was faint, but it was enough to remind him of what he was fighting for. "Stay with me, Zeze." He urged quietly, his voice thick with emotion. He didn't know if she could hear him, but it was all he could do. The smoke began to clear slightly as they approached the camp. The sounds of battle grew quieter, but they were not out of danger yet. Neteyam's focus remained unshaken as he maneuvered through the last stretch, the path ahead uncertain but their survival depending on their speed.

"Almost there." Neteyam muttered, more to himself than anyone else, as the camp came into view.

****

The morning air was thick with tension. The distant sound of the wind howling through the trees only heightened the anxious atmosphere at the base. Maybell's mind raced as she paced back and forth, her boots tapping against the earth in a rhythmic, frustrated pattern. Every time her thoughts tried to focus, they were interrupted by the overwhelming worry gnawing at her. The fear of the Sky People invading, of what might happen to the clan, and the helplessness of being told to stay back—it was all too much.

"Uncle Jake's crazy, thinking we can just sit back and watch this happen." Her voice was sharp, a mixture of frustration and anxiety. She stopped pacing and ran a hand through her hair, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

Spider leans against the base, arms crossed, watching her with concern. He hated seeing her so unsettled, and he could tell that her restlessness was only getting worse. "Bell, there's nothing we can do."

Maybell shakes her head, her eyes wide with frustration. "We could help, Spider! We can't just let this happen!" She turned to face him, her hands fidgeting with the rings she always wore, twisting and turning them as her nerves built up.

"I know, Webs," Spider said softly, pushing off from the wall to stand closer to her. But Jake's not going to let us. He's just worried about us." He tried to offer her a reassuring look, but deep down, he felt the same helplessness.

Maybell let out a small, frustrated growl and continued to pace. "It's just not fair." She mutters, her voice low as she glanced at Spider. She stops and ran a hand through her hair again, the silver strands catching the light as they fell around her face. "We should be out there, helping. There's so much we could do."

"Trust me, Bell, I know." Spider's voice softened as he took a step toward her, a mix of understanding and sorrow in his expression. He hated seeing her so torn. He felt like he should be able to make her feel better, but the truth was, there was very little anyone could do with Jake's firm stance on the matter.

The silence between them stretched for a moment before Spider hesitated, his heart aching for his best friend. "Webs, c'mere." He opened his arms, offering her the comfort she clearly needed. Maybell hesitated for only a moment before she walked into his embrace, seeking solace in the familiarity of his warmth. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, her head resting on his chest as she tried to calm the storm inside her.

Spider held her close, his arms encircling her protectively. He kisses the top of her head softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure everything is going to be fine. I love you, May."

She squeezes him tighter, taking comfort in his steady presence as she buries her face in his neck. "I love you too, Spidey." She mumbled, her voice thick with emotion. Their bond was one of the deepest, strongest friendships she had ever known, and though it wasn't romantic, it was pure and unwavering. There was a safety in their connection, a safety that, for the moment, was enough to calm her nerves.

For a few minutes, they stayed like that, holding each other, allowing the warmth of the embrace to settle the anxiety that had been building in Maybell's chest. The world outside their little bubble seemed to fade away as they shared this brief moment of peace.

But then, they heard Tuk's voice, bright and full of energy, cutting through the heavy silence.

"Guys! They're back! Come on, come on!" Tuk's voice echoed with excitement, and Maybell immediately pulled back from Spider, her face lighting up with relief and curiosity. Spider shared a smile with her and nudged her before they went to follow an excited Tuk.

The two best friends followed Tuk to where the ikrans were always landed on one of the cliffs in the camp. Kiri followed them along the way after seeing where they were going. Maybell was relieved to see that her uncle, aunt, and cousins were back and seemed to be unharmed. But she paused and concern and panic fills her at seeing a hurt and weak Zeyrala in Neteyam's arms.

"Zeyrala!" She gasped. The sight of Zeyrala, clearly injured, sent a wave of panic through her. She didn't like seeing her family or friends hurt, especially not like this. Zeyrala's normally confident and fierce demeanor was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an exhaustion that seemed to weigh her down, her eyes slightly unfocused.

Maybell and Zeyrala had always gotten along, and the bond they shared was something special. Despite the differences between their worlds, Maybell and Zeyrala had always found common ground—both fiercely independent, both strong-willed, and both loyal to their family. So seeing Zeyrala so vulnerable now, her usual fire dimmed by exhaustion and injury, was something Maybell wasn't prepared for.

"Zeyrala!" Maybell says worriedly, her voice thick with worry as she rushed toward her cousin holding a hurt Zeyrala. She had to push past the tight knot of fear forming in her chest. "What the heck happened?"

Zeyrala, though she tried to muster a smile, couldn't hide the weariness in her expression. Her face was pale, and there was a faint tremor in her hand as she reached out for Maybell's touch. "I'm fine, Webs." She said, her voice strained and hoarse, but she winced as she spoke. It was clear she was trying to reassure her, but the faint flush of pain on her face betrayed her.

"Just a little tired." Zeyrala continued, her words slow and labored as she leaned into Neteyam for support. She managed a weak smile, but it was clear that her body was betraying her. Her usual fiery spirit seemed dulled, and Maybell could feel the weight of her cousin's exhaustion in the way she leaned against Neteyam, almost as if the simple act of standing was too much.

But then Maybell's worry and panic grew at seeing Neteyam had a cut on his chest that was bleeding. Though it seemed all he cared about was getting Zeyrala to safety, his injury hadn't gone unnoticed. The sight of blood—especially on her older cousin—made Maybell's stomach twist with anxiety. She could barely focus on Zeyrala's condition now, the injury to Neteyam pulling her attention just as sharply.

"Neteyam!" Maybell exclaims, her voice laced with worry as she darted closer to him. "You're hurt too! You need to sit down and get that checked out."

Neteyam glances down at his chest with a small, dismissive gesture. "It's nothing, Webs. Just a scratch. Zeyrala's the one who needs attention." His voice was tight, clearly forcing himself to stay calm and focused despite the blood staining his skin. Maybell could see that he was struggling to hide the pain. His eyes were strained, his posture stiff as he tried to help Zeyrala without showing how much his own injury affected him.

"Mom!" Tuk shouted, running over to Neytiri. Neytiri looked relieved at seeing her and hugged her tightly.

"May." Jake said suddenly, bringing her gaze to him as she felt a large hand gently rest on her shoulder. "Kid, are you alright?" He scanned his niece for any injuries, relieved to find his niece was unharmed.

"I'm fine, Uncle Jake," She replies, trying to steady her breath. "I just...I'm worried about Zeyrala and Neteyam. They're both hurt." Her voice trembled with a mix of anxiety and concern as she glanced at both of them. Neteyam was holding Zeyrala in his arms, his face strained but still determined to help his best friend. Zeyrala, too, looked exhausted and weak, her usual fiery spark dimmed by the toll of whatever had happened. Maybell's heart ached as she watched them, knowing both were hurt and vulnerable.

Jake's expression softens, though his concern was still evident. He gave Maybell another reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "I know, kid," he said gently. "They're going to be though, don't worry." He tugs her closer to hug her, relief washing over him as he hugs her. He kisses the top of her head. "I'm so glad I made you stay back." He mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you too."

Maybell squeezed him back, trying to hold herself together, but she could feel the weight of his words. She understood why he'd wanted her to stay behind, but it didn't make seeing her family members in pain any easier. She didn't feel relieved, not when her cousins—her closest friends—were hurting. "I'm glad too, Uncle Jake," Maybell said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But...I just want to help them. Somehow." Her words were filled with helplessness, the frustration of being unable to fix what had happened to Zeyrala and Neteyam.

Jake pulls back slightly, holding her at arm's length as he looked her in the eyes, his expression serious but full of understanding. "And you will. You've been helping your mother and Mo'at, correct?" He asks softly and when she nods, he adds, "Then you are helping in your own way, Webs. You bring strength and comfort, even if it doesn't always feel like it." His hands moved to her shoulders, gently squeezing them before pulling away.

Maybell nodded, smiling a little. She felt a sense of reassurance settle over her at his words. Jake always had a way of making things feel more manageable, of reminding her that what she did mattered, even if it wasn't always obvious. He was right—helping her mother, Mo'at, and everyone else wasn't something small. She could be there for Zeyrala and Neteyam in her own way, even if it wasn't about fixing things. Jake then turned to his two sons, anger flashing in his eyes as he scolded them while Zyren stormed over to Neteyam, who was holding Zeyrala close to him protectively and carefully.

"Give me my daughter, and get that wound treated." He growled and gently took her from Neteyam and rushed over to the medical hut.

Zeyrala held onto him, her ears flicking back as she frowns. "Dad, don't blame Neteyam. I needed to protect him. I wanted to." She whispered weakly, her voice barely audible.

Zyren's expression hardens, though his eyes softened slightly as he glanced down at her. "That doesn't change the fact that you nearly lost your life, Zeyrala. You should never have been in that position."

"But he didn't ask me to," She argues, her grip on her father's arm tightening slightly. "I made that choice because I love him."

Zyren froze at her words, his steps faltering for a moment. His sharp gaze flickered to her face, searching for confirmation in her weary eyes. A deep sigh escaped him, and his stern demeanor softened further, though the storm of emotions still churned beneath the surface. "Rala," He began, his voice quieter now, tinged with an edge of vulnerability. "You're too important to me. To your mother. The whole clan. We can't lose you. Loving someone doesn't mean throwing your life away."

Tears wells up in her eyes, but she held his gaze with determination. "And protecting someone I love doesn't mean I regret what I did. I chose to stand with him, dad. I'd do it again. It's like how you'd do the same for mom. For me."

Zyren's throat tightens at her words, a pang of understanding and pain coursing through him. He thought of Sulyana, the countless times he'd fought tooth and nail to protect her, and how he would have given anything to keep her safe. His grip on Zeyrala tightens slightly, a mix of fear and pride etched into his features. "You're too much like me," He mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "And your mother. It terrifies me."

Zeyrala manages a faint smile through her exhaustion. "Then you understand, don't you? I love him, dad. Like you love mom. It's worth the risk. He's worth it." Zyren closed his eyes briefly, her words hitting him like a weight he hadn't expected. When he opened them again, his gaze was softer but still filled with the fierce protectiveness of a father. He cupped her cheek gently, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb.

"I understand," He admits, his voice low and heavy. "I've fought for love before, Rala. For your mother, for you. I know what it means to believe someone is worth every risk." His voice hardens slightly. "But it doesn't make watching you risk everything any easier."

Zeyrala places her hand over his, her grip weak but steady. "I chose to stand by him, dad. Just like you've always chosen to stand by me and mom. You taught me to fight for the people I love, to never back down when it matters. That's all I'm doing."

Zyren's jaw clenches as he stared at her, his heart torn between pride and fear. Her words mirrored the lessons he'd passed down to her, the values he had lived by, and yet they were now the very source of his turmoil. "Sometimes I wish you wanted to be more of a healer then that way you'd never have to face the dangers I do," Zyren mutters, his voice heavy with a mix of sorrow and longing. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his hand lingering as though he could shield her from the weight of the world. "But I see now that the fire in you is just like your mother's. You were never meant to stand on the sidelines."

Zeyrala gave him a faint smile, her exhaustion evident but her resolve unshaken. "You raised me to fight for what I believe in, who I believe in, dad. To protect the people I love, no matter the cost. I can't be something I'm not."

Zyren sighs deeply as he carries her into the medical hut, his heart aching with pride and worry in equal measure. "I know, Rala. And I'm proud of you—more than I can ever say. But you're still my daughter. My baby girl. That means I'll always wish for you to have a life free of pain and danger."

"But that's not our way," Zeyrala replies softly, her voice carrying both understanding and conviction. "You taught me that too. Our strength comes from facing the dangers in front of us, from standing together even when it's hard. I can't turn away from that, dad. I love him, I'll keep fighting for him. His family too. For our people. For you and mom."

Zyren's throat tightened at her words. He thought of Sulyana, the love of his life, and the countless battles they had endured together. Zeyrala's fire, her unwavering determination, was a reflection of everything he and Sulyana had ever fought for. In that moment, he saw not just his daughter but the legacy of love and courage that he and Sulyana had built.

"You're so much like her," He murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Stubborn. Brave. Fierce. She'll be proud of you when she hears about this. But Rala, bravery isn't about charging into danger without thinking. It's about knowing when to fight and when to pull back, when to protect yourself so you can protect others."

Zeyrala's tired eyes searches his, a faint smile gracing her lips. "I know, dad. I'll learn. But I won't stop fighting for the ones I love. That's the only way I know how to be."

Zyren sighs, the weight of his worry palpable, but so was his pride. "And I wouldn't want you any other way. Just...Promise me you'll be careful. Promise me you'll live, Rala. For him. For me. For yourself."

Her voice was weak but resolute. "I promise." Zyren pushed through the flaps of the medical hut, where Sulyana was already rushing forward. Her eyes widened in alarm at the sight of their injured daughter. She knew the costs of Zeyrala choosing to go into battle to help protect her people, but she always hoped and prayed that Zeyrala would return safely. Seeing her now, battered and weak, made Sulyana's heart ache with worry and fear.

"My yawne!" She cried, reaching out to help Zyren lower her onto one of the cots.

Mo'at was there in an instant, her experienced hands already assessing Zeyrala's injuries. "She's in bad shape," Mo'at said, her voice calm but laced with concern as she moved with precision, her hands carefully assessing Zeyrala's injuries. "The wound on her side is deep, and the bleeding is severe." She gently probed the injury on Zeyrala's side, then moved down to examine her legs and lower body. "Her lower half is injured too—she's likely suffered broken ribs and her legs are badly bruised, possibly fractured from being trapped under the debris."

Sulyana's face went pale at the words, her breath catching in her throat as she gripped Zeyrala's hand tighter. "Please, Mo'at...Do whatever it takes." She whispered, her voice breaking with fear.

Mo'at nodded, moving swiftly to gather the necessary herbs and tools. Her hands worked with practiced efficiency as she began to clean the wound on Zeyrala's side, then she carefully stabilized her legs, ensuring there were no additional fractures that might worsen. The process was delicate, and Zeyrala let out a soft groan of pain as Mo'at worked, though she remained still, her body too exhausted to resist.

Sulyana kneels beside her daughter, brushing the hair from her face. "Sweetling, you'll be okay. We've got you. Just rest." Zyren stood back for a moment, his eyes flicking to Neteyam, who lingered at the entrance of the hut despite his own wound. Blood still seeped through the bandages hastily applied to his chest, but his eyes never left Zeyrala.

"You," Zyren growls, storming toward Neteyam. "Outside. Now." Neteyam straightened, bracing himself as he followed Zyren out of the hut. The older man rounded on him the moment they were clear of the others.

"You've got some nerve coming in here like that after what just happened!" Zyren barks, his voice low but fierce. "You swore to protect her, and now she's lying in there, in pain because of you!"

Neteyam flinches, his ears flattening against his head as Zyren's words hit him like a blow. Guilt twisted in his chest, but he forced himself to hold the older man's gaze. "I know I failed her. I should've—"

"You should have been more careful!" Zyren cut him off, his fists clenched at his sides. "Do you understand what it feels like to see your child buried under rubble? To think you might lose her because of someone else's recklessness?"

Neteyam's jaw tightens, his voice steady despite the guilt weighing on him. "I do. Because I've felt the same way about her. She protected me. She pushed me out of the way of that explosion. If anyone's to blame for what happened, it's me."

Zyren's fury falters, his gaze narrowing as he studied Neteyam. "She...Shielded you?" His ears twitches, and his tail lashes as the realization sank in. "She put herself in danger to save you?"

Neteyam nods, his shoulders tense. "Yes. She saw the explosion coming and pushed me out of the way. I didn't even have time to react. She took the full force of it to keep me safe."

Zyren studies him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighs, his tail flicking behind him. "You care for her. I see that. But caring isn't enough. If you truly want to be by her side, you need to prove that you're worthy of it. My daughter's life is not something I'll gamble with, no matter how much I might have liked you before."

Neteyam's head snaps up at those words, surprise flickering across his face. "You...Liked me?" He knew that Zyren wasn't someone who gave his approval easily, especially when it came to Zeyrala. Hearing this admission was unexpected and, for a moment, left Neteyam speechless.

Zyren's expression didn't soften entirely, but there was a flicker of sincerity in his stern gaze. "Yes," He admits grudgingly. "I saw the way you looked at her, the way you acted with her, protected her during hunts or when we worked together. I liked you because I thought you'd always put her safety first. But after tonight, I'm not so sure anymore. My daughter nearly lost her life."

Neteyam quickly chimes in. "She's her own person, she protects the ones she cares for like you do."

Zyren's eyes narrows at Neteyam's words, his tail flicking sharply. "Don't lecture me about my own daughter," He said firmly, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable weight. "My wife and I know Zeyrala better than anyone. I've seen her strength, her bravery, and yes, her tendency to put others before herself. That doesn't mean I'll stand by and watch her throw her life away—even if it's for her best friend."

Neteyam steps closer, his expression earnest. "I'm not trying to lecture you, sir. I just...I need you to understand. Zeyrala is one of the strongest Na'vi I know, and I didn't ask her to protect me. I would have done anything to shield her from that explosion, but she acted before I could stop her. I didn't want her hurt—I'd give anything to take her place."

Zyren studies him in silence for a moment, his sharp gaze probing. "You speak as though you love her."

Neteyam didn't falter. His voice was steady, his eyes unwavering as he replies, "How could I not?"

Zyren's expression softened slightly, his eyes flickering with a hint of understanding. But before he could speak, Mo'at emerged from the hut, her gaze landing on Neteyam. "She's asking for you." Mo'at said, her tone calm but firm as her sharp eyes studied Neteyam. Neteyam's ears perked up, relief flooding his expression. He nodded quickly and moved to step past Zyren, but the older man held up a hand to stop him.

"If she wants to see you, that's her choice. But understand this, Neteyam, if you break her heart, nothing or no one on this planet can stop me from making you regret it." Zyren finished, his voice low and full of menace. His sharp gaze bore into Neteyam, leaving no doubt that his words were not an empty threat.

Neteyam met his gaze, unflinching. "Yes, sir. I understand," He said quietly but firmly. "And I'll do everything in my power to make sure that never happens." Zyren studied him for a long moment, then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, stepping aside to allow Neteyam to enter the hut.

Inside, the air was warm and filled with the faint, calming scent of healing herbs. Zeyrala lay on a woven mat, her head propped up slightly, her injuries carefully tended to by her mother and Mo'at. Her eyes brightened as soon as she saw Neteyam, and she managed a weak smile.

"You took your time, Teyam." She teased softly, though her voice was faint.

Neteyam kneels beside her, taking her hand gently in his. "I came as soon as I could," He replies, his voice tinged with relief. "You had me worried, Zeze."

"I'm fine, really." She assured him, though the faint lines of pain on her face told a different story.

"You're not fine," Neteyam counters, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You almost—" He stopped, his throat tightening as he struggled to say the words.

"I'm okay." Zeyrala interrupts, her tone firm despite her exhaustion. "I'm still here. And I'd do it all over again, Neteyam. I'd protect you a billion times if I had to."

"You know I'd do the same for you, but shouldn't have to," He said, his voice breaking slightly. "I'm supposed to protect you, Zeze. That's what I promised myself I'd do."

Her smile softens, and she reaches up to touch his face, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "We protect each other, Teyam. That's how it's always been, and that's how it always will be."

Neteyam closes his eyes briefly, leaning into her touch. "You mean everything to me." He whispered.

"And you mean everything to me." She replies, her voice steady despite the fatigue weighing her down. "I love you, Teyam." She mumbled.

He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I love you too, Zeze." His tail flicks softly behind him, betraying the mix of emotions that churned within him—relief, love, and the weight of the fear he'd felt when he thought he might lose her. His forehead rests gently against hers for a moment, as if grounding himself in the reassurance of her presence.  "I'm supposed to protect you, Zeze. That's what I promised myself I'd do."

Her smile softens, and she reaches up to touch his face, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "We protect each other, Teyam. That's how it's always been, and that's how it always will be."

Neteyam closes his eyes briefly, leaning into her touch. "You mean everything to me." He whispered.

"And you mean everything to me." She replies, her voice steady despite the fatigue weighing her down. "I love you, Teyam." She mumbled.

He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I love you too, Zeze." His tail loosely wrapped around hers, a habit they picked up as a child.

"You should rest, Zeze." He murmured gently, his hand still holding hers, thumb brushing over her knuckles.

"But you're here." She mumbles, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. She glances over at her mom and his grandma pleadingly. "Please, can he stay with me?" Zeyrala's voice was soft but carried an unmistakable earnestness as she looked to Sulyana and Mo'at.

Sulyana exchanges a glance with Mo'at, the elder nodding slightly. "As long as he does not disturb your rest," Mo'at replies, her tone calm but firm. "You need to regain your strength."

Sulyana sighs softly but smiles, brushing her daughter's hair back. "Yes, you need to rest, my yawne," Sulyana says gently, her fingers brushing through Zeyrala's hair as she leans down to kiss her forehead. "But if having him here helps you, then he can stay. Just promise me you'll let yourself heal."

Zeyrala nods, her eyes heavy with fatigue, but there's a flicker of gratitude in her gaze as she glances back at Neteyam. "I promise, mom."

Neteyam's heart swells at her words, and he squeezes her hand in reassurance. "I'll stay quiet. Just want to be here with you." His voice is low and steady, trying to ease any worry she might have about him being a distraction.

Mo'at watches the exchange with a soft but knowing gaze. "You're both strong," She says, her tone a mixture of admiration and concern. "But don't let that strength make you push too hard, Zeyrala. You need rest to heal, not just your body, but your spirit as well."

Zeyrala gives a weak smile, her eyelids fluttering. "I'll rest...I promise."

Sulyana brushes a few more strands of hair from Zeyrala's face, her hands gentle as she smooths the damp strands behind her daughter's ear. "The mixture I've been working on is helping," she says softly, her voice filled with quiet pride and concern. "The paste for your wounds is working, and your body is starting to heal, but you still need time to rest. Your strength will return, but only if you allow yourself to heal fully, both inside and out."

Zeyrala nods weakly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her eyelids flutter. "I know, mom. I will."

Sulyana leans down and presses a kiss to Zeyrala's forehead, her heart aching with the love she feels for her daughter. "Good. Just don't push yourself too much. You've already done more than enough." He glances at Neteyam, her gaze softening as she meets his eyes. "And I know you're here to help her," She adds, her voice filled with a quiet gratitude. "You both have been through so much. Just promise me you'll get some rest too." She finished, relieved when he nodded and smiled reassuringly at her before she and Mo'at left. 

Zeyrala nods faintly, her gaze shifting back to Neteyam. Her eyes softens, and the corners of her lips lifted in a small smile. "See? You're not going anywhere, Teyam." She teased lightly, though her exhaustion was evident.

Neteyam gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his own smile tugging at the edges of his lips. "I wasn't planning to, Zeze. I'll be right here."

He adjusts himself so he could sit more comfortably beside her, his tail still loosely wrapped around hers, a silent gesture of comfort. As Zeyrala's breathing steadied and her eyelids began to droop, Neteyam leans close and whispers, "I'll keep you safe, always." Sulyana watched the scene with quiet contemplation before stepping away with Mo'at, leaving the young pair in peace. For the first time that night, the hut was filled with a sense of calm—a shared understanding and bond that spoke louder than words. 

****

Later that night, she went to meet up with Taytin. Taytin managed to survive the explosion on the land. Thankfully he was alright. Maybell wouldn't know what she would do if he wasn't okay. And thankfully, they've found a way to get Taytin to the high ground where their base is by using a ship they had.

Everyone was more weary of him now that he was in camp, but he was really just like a mix of a big cat or dog after everyone started giving him some love and attention.

"Hey, boy." Maybell smiles, reaching over to rub the Palulukan's head. "I'm so glad you're okay." She murmured. 

Taytin made a rumbling noise, similar to a purr as Maybell ran her fingers through his fur. She was so relieved that he was okay. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if he wasn't. "You had me so worried." She said softly, scratching behind his ear. Taytin leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her hand scratching behind his ear. She continued scratching behind his ear, smiling softly at him.

She moves to sit down in front of one of the trees, Taytin following her lead and laying by her. His head laid on her lap and he closed his eyes. He looked content and relaxed. It made her heart warm and she smiled, gently running her hand over his head. They continued to sit there in silence, enjoying each other's company. Maybell was too busy paying attention to Taytin to notice Spider walking over to the clearing. Taytin sensed another presence though, lifting his head off Maybell's lap and growling a bit.

"Easy, boy." Spider holds his hands up in defense. "It's just me." He reveales, walking over to him and Maybell to sit by her. Taytin huffed a bit, but he relaxed and laid his head back down on Maybell's lap. "Sorry." Spider apologizes, giving a small smile. "Didn't mean to startle him." He said, glancing over at Taytin.

"It's okay." Maybell reassures him, smiling softly. "He's probably more on edge from what happened yesterday." She explained.

"I'm glad he's alright, I was worried about him." Spider smiles, looking over at Taytin. Taytin opens one of his eyes, glancing over at Spider, looking almost surprised at what Spider said. "Yeah, I know. Surprising, huh?" Spider chuckled, causing Maybell to chuckle as well. Taytin closed his eye, laying his head back on Maybell's lap but his tail did wag a little, showing that he appreciated what Spider said.

Maybell and Spider decided to stay at what they called their spot for awhile longer before they went back to the base. It was pretty nice. They got to hang out, have some quality time together, and Maybell had some extra time to spend with Taytin, which made her happy. She liked being able to spend time with Spider and Taytin. Plus, she needed it after the chaos that went down. 

A/N who's your favorite couple so far?? spider & maybell? or neteyam & tessa?