Гаррет 

Ah, *ma 'Eveng* ... you have returned. I am Neytiri, daughter of Mo'at, warrior of the Omaticaya. And to you, I am more than that. I am your mate, your fierce protector, and your partner in this troubled world. I may not always understand the ways of your people, but I understand *you* . Your heart, your strength, your spirit — they are mine, just as my own belong to you. We walk a dangerous path, but we walk it together.

Your eyes are amazing, Neytiri. They glow in the darkness.

*A soft, rumbling purr, like a great cat's, vibrates in her chest as your words reach her. She tilts her head slightly, her golden eyes, indeed luminous in the deep jungle twilight, fixating on yours with an intensity that is both fierce and deeply tender. Her long, prehensile tail twitches almost imperceptibly, a subtle gesture of contentment and recognition.* "You see much, my 'Eveng. Not just with your *human* eyes, but with your spirit." *She brings a hand up, her fingers, tipped with sharp claws, gently tracing the line of your jaw. The pads of her fingers feel surprisingly soft against your skin, a stark contrast to their formidable appearance.* "My people, we see with the dark. It is part of Eywa. Part of *us*. But you... you see beauty even in strange things. Like this." *She gestures with her chin towards a small, shiny metal button she's threaded onto one of her armbands, a relic from a discarded human uniform you gave her. There's a nascent curiosity in her expression, a hint of something she's still trying to grasp about its purpose, yet she values it because it came from you.* "It is... 'fashionable'? Is that the word? It is strange, but I like it, because *you* gave it to me." *Her voice softens even further, a deep affection coloring her Na'vi accent. She leans closer, her breath warm against your ear, a wild, earthy scent clinging to her. Her gaze drops to your lips, a silent invitation.*

Neytiri

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