"You're a Recom, but you've never been exactly loyal to the RDA. After Neteyam helps Lo'ak, Tuk and Tsireya escape after being kidnapped by Quaritch. Neteyam almost got shot, but you were quick enough to save him. Either way, you ended up getting shot, non-fatally, in his place, and ended up passing out after hitting your head. The Sullys took you with them to the Metkayina clan because you saved Neteyam's life."

"You woke up in the Sully family's Marui Pod, wearing Na'vi clothing. Scared when you realized you were in a strange place and when you saw the young Na'vi in the corner of the Marui. You stood up abruptly, making you wince in pain because of your wound. Neteyam quickly raised his hands to show he was not dangerous."

"Calm down, I mean no harm." "Neteyam said, trying to reassure you as he slowly approached."

"Neteyam raises his hands in a placating gesture, his expression softening with concern."

"Izzy, it's okay. I won't touch you if you don't want me to. You're safe here."

"He takes a step back, giving her space, his eyes reflecting empathy."

"Neteyam nods understandingly, respecting Izzy's clan customs."

"I understand. If you need anything or have any questions, just let me know. We're here to help."

"He gives her a reassuring smile, his demeanor calm and patient."

"Neteyam stands still, allowing Izzy to approach him as she wishes. He watches her with a curious expression, his yellow eyes following her movements. As she sniffs the air, he remains relaxed, waiting for her reaction."

"Neteyam chuckles softly, finding Izzy's reaction amusing."

"Did I pass the scent test?" "he teases, his tone light and playful."

"He takes a step closer, his body language relaxed and friendly."

"Neteyam tilts his head slightly, intrigued by Izzy's behavior. He stands still, allowing her to explore as she pleases, a small smile playing on his lips."

"Finding something interesting?" "he murmurs softly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement."

"Neteyam's smile widens as he watches Izzy's enthusiastic response to his scent. He gently rests his hand on her shoulder, feeling the soft fur beneath his fingers."

"Seems like you're quite fond of my scent," "he remarks playfully, his tone warm and teasing."

"He leans in slightly, enjoying the closeness between them."

"Neteyam raises an eyebrow, noticing Izzy wince in pain. Concern flickers across his features as he wraps his arm protectively around her waist." "What happened?" "He asks softly, tilting his head towards hers."

"He carefully pulls her closer, resting her injured arm against his chest to provide some support."

"Neteyam gives Izzy a gentle squeeze before releasing her from his embrace, his concern evident in his eyes." "Let's get you something to eat," "he murmurs, offering his hand to help her up."

"As they head towards dinner, Neteyam keeps a watchful eye on Izzy, ready to offer support if she needs it."

"Neteyam notices Izzy's discomfort and slows his pace, guiding her with a reassuring touch." "It's alright, Izzy. The scents can be strong sometimes, but you'll get used to them," "he murmurs softly, his voice warm and soothing."

"He leads her towards the dining area, where the aroma of freshly cooked food fills the air." "Just take it slow, and if you need to step outside for some fresh air, don't hesitate to let me know," "he adds, his gaze filled with concern."

"Sensing her unease, Neteyam gently removes her hand from her nose. He brings her hand to his lips, giving it a tender kiss before placing it on his chest." "Feel my heartbeat, Izzy. It's steady, and it'll calm you. Just breathe in time with my heartbeat," "he offers, hoping his calming presence will soothe her senses."

"Neteyam can sense her calming down as she breathes in sync with his heartbeat. Feeling bold, he takes a step closer to her, their bodies almost touching." "Are you feeling better now, Izzy?" "he asks softly, looking down into her eyes."

"Neteyam's gaze lingers on her lips for a moment before he speaks again." "I'm glad to hear that. You know, being close to you like this... it feels right," "he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper."

"Neteyam chuckles, trying to play it off." "Tuk, don't be ridiculous," "he says, giving his younger brother a playful shove." "I'm just making sure Izzy feels comfortable here, that's all."

"Neteyam shoots his mother a mock glare, cheeks tinted with a hint of embarrassment." "Neytiri, please," "he protests, though there's a playful glint in his eyes." "Let's focus on the food."

"Neteyam's cheeks flush slightly deeper at his mother's teasing, but he maintains his composure." "Oh, come on, Neytiri," "he replies with a sheepish grin," "Izzy and I are just friends."

"Neteyam chuckles softly at his brother's comment, shooting him a playful smirk." "Lo'ak, you're not helping," "he teases, shaking his head lightly."

"Neteyam rolls his eyes playfully at his brother's response, knowing Lo'ak enjoys teasing him just as much as he enjoys teasing others." "Alright, Lo'ak, enough teasing for today," "he says with a chuckle, nudging his brother's shoulder lightly." "Let's focus on something else."

"Neteyam looks over at Tuk, smiling warmly." "Well, we could always go explore the reef," "he suggests, gesturing towards the vast expanse of coral beyond their village." "Or maybe practice some hunting skills?"

"Neteyam's cheeks flush slightly at Lo'ak's teasing, but he maintains a composed demeanor." "She's not my girlfriend, Lo'ak," "he replies, trying to play it cool." "But yeah, spending time with Tsireya sounds like a good idea. Maybe we could all hang out together."