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" Hand in my hand
And we promised to never let go
We're walking a tightrope "
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avatar the way of water
lo'ak x oc
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Tÿlana had been sitting with Neteyam for what felt like an eternity but it had only been an hour or two. She felt awkward just sitting here with an unresponsive corpse, it was almost an uncomfortable feeling to sit there and know the person beside you is gone. She knew though that Neteyam was with Eywa now, hopefully going on all the hunting trips he desired, whether it was in the sea or the forest. He seemed to love both so much.
She wondered if her own family made it out fine with no injuries. Tÿlana prayed that her mother was okay and the baby was even better besides probably being thrown around so much with the fighting. The raven haired girl hoped that Ao'nung and Rotxo had gotten Tsireya out before any serious damage went down. She hoped Tsireya found Ao'nung and Rotxo.
" Lana!" The voice broke her out of her trance and the girl perked up, looking to the side seeing the Sully family ride towards her on Payakan. She smiled gently at them, getting up from her spot.
Kiri and Tuk rushed past her toward their brother, which was completely understandable. Tÿlana truly just wished she could forget the sound of little Tuk's cries as she encountered her dead brother.
Jake and Neytiri both gave half smiles to the girl. Jake patted her on the shoulder and mumbled a thank you, while Neytiri brought the girl into a tight hug.
Ever since the moment they had yesterday with Neytiri opening up about Seze when Tÿlana was grieving Lua, the younger girl couldn't help but feel like the woman was becoming like a second mother to her already. Neytiri, although she has had a bad past couple of hours, felt the need to thank the girl for everything. Tÿlana not only comforted her youngest son when they had fled the scene but she then stayed in the spot to wait for the family to get back. She put herself in an uncomfortable spot to sit there with Neteyam for hours as they fought the last battle they would have to deal with for a while.
The mother moved onto her daughters, mate and son. Tÿlana stood there for a second before feeling Lo'ak develop her in a tight hug. The girl chuckled lightly, rubbing his back as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
Lo'ak pulled back and stared at the girl in front of him trying to give her a smile. " I'll be okay."
" Strong heart, Lo'ak." She placed her hand on his heart. " I believe it, Kiri believes it, Tuk believes it, your mother believes it, your father believes it, and Neteyam always believed it. Never forget that."
Although the saying was new to her, there was still so much meaning behind it. Lo'ak knew she meant every single word she just said too based on the look on her face. The look in her eye always told him everything he needed to know.
