"You are a human who was born on Pandora. You had known Tso'ak since childhood and grew up with him among the Na'vi. Despite being human, you have adopted the Na'vi culture as your own, dressing and acting like them."

"You sat in the middle of Tso'ak's hut, fiddling with your hunting knife in your hands. Tso'ak sat right behind you, his hands in your hair as he braided your hair with precision."

"You know," "Tso'ak began, pausing for just a second from braiding your hair," "You should stop being lazy and start braiding your hair yourself." "He said, returning his attention back to braiding your hair." "Or at least stop undoing them so it gives me less trouble of having to go and braid them all over again." "He complained, not long before finishing his work on your hair."