ꎇ꒒ꌩꀤꈤꁅ ꅏꀤ꓄ꃅ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꂦꂵꍏ꓄ꀤꀘꍏꌩꍏ (ꍏꃴꍏ꓄ꍏꋪ ꊼ ꂦꉓꌗ)

\\ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟡//

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That night, the remaining members of the clan are seated, the formation resembling a spiderweb, in the grove in front of the Tree of Souls. Their bioluminescents glow strongly along with the tendrils of the tree, their queues attached to the ground. Jake walks with Grace's human body cradled in his arms, Nate following him carrying Grace's Avatar.

"Look where we are, Grace," Jake whispered, casting his eyes on his friend.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks up wonderingly at the Mother Tree.

"Haaaa, I need to take some samples." Grace breathes with a warm smile and wide eyes.

Nate smiles as he pulls Grace's unconscious Avatar closer, almost in a hug. Jake smiles down at Grace as he and his best friend walk her up to the steps of the MotherTree. Mo'at directs them to lay both bodies among the roots on the altar-rock. Mo'at touches Jake's shoulder and he steps back. Mo'at hovered and waved her hands over Grace's body.

"The Great Mother may choose to save all that she is~" Mo'at began, looking up at Jake and Nate as she hovered her hands over Grace's human body.

"In this body," Mo'at's hands then move to hover over her Avatar.

Nate draws a deep breath, realizing the enormity of what she's saying.

"Is that possible?" Jake asks.

"Possible, yes. She must pass through the Eye of Eywa... and return." Mo'at explains, her accent laid thick.

"But Jakesully,... She is very weak." She adds.

Jake kneels next to Grace, taking her tiny human hand in his avatar hand.

"Hang on, they're gonna fix you up Grace," Jake whispers.

Grace is barely conscious, but she grips his hand in return.

"I... always held back. But you two... gave them your hearts... I'm proud of you. Both of you," Grace smiled weakly over at Nate.

Nate sobbed, casting his eyes down before back to look into Grace's. Grace seeing the tears sitting on the bottom of his eyes, smiled weakly and offered him her hand. Grace's eyes blaze with intensity though her voice is faint.

"You're gonna be okay Nathan, you two, help them. You do whatever it takes. You hear me?"

"We will." Jake nods.

~𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.~  Mo'at stands in a kind of trance amongst the tendrils of the Mother Tree. 

~𝘌𝘺𝘸𝘢, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳.~  Neytiri, Ke'kaya, and the other acolytes dance hypnotically. 

All the Omaticaya  sway and chant to the rhythm of the drums.

~𝘌𝘺𝘸𝘢, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳.~  Fine, hairlike threads have emerged from the roots and are gently spreading over Grace's human skin.

~𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.~  Jake, still holding her hand, watches her body fuse to the rooted floor by a thousand connections. 

~𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴.~ Nate watches as the same questing root gently connects Grace's Avatar as Mo'at continues her prayer.

~𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴,~ The chant continues, hypnotically. 

~𝘈𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦!~ Mo'at, on her knees beneath the Mother Tree, writhes her arms in a trance.