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Neteyam x Reader- Angst

As a few seconds went by the light was replaced with blurry colours of dark red, brown and deep orange. With squinted eyes, your eyebrows raised upward, as if to dial the focus into your eyeballs.

A small groan of mild pain left your mouth once your eyes slowly focused.

'How long was I out?'

Fabric hung far over your head, held up by a large log. Your neck turned slowly to the right, a plethora of pots and baskets filled to the brim with herbs. 'Well that accounts for the smell.' The same fabric stretched from the ground to the log which you had previously seen.

You turned your gaze down your body and noticed the rug laid under you, intricately woven with arrays of warm toned colours. You looked past your chest moving up and down, and saw chains around your wrists. A small glint of light reflected into your eyes as they continued trailing ahead of your body.

There was an opening in the tent. Outside, soft sunlight glazed over the ground and casted tree shadows onto the tent's fabric. Unfortunately, you couldn't see more in the position you were in.

You turned your head to the left. Of course, as you had expected more pots came into view. What was unexpected, however– was the na'vi crouched with a mortar in hand, grinding something with a pestle. Their dark red coat moving about on each minor movement.

'The mission...' You thought, as the memories came rushing back to you. Remembering the instructions, the target, knocking out the guards, the mission going wrong, until finally– the sedative jabbed into your arm.

They must have heard your moment of panic because their movement stopped and they turned to you. She eyed you for mere seconds before she stood up, and came to kneel down next to you.

Your body tried to move away on instinct, from uncertainty of their character. Your eyes a tad wider than usual. Their observant eyes followed you.

"I see you are awake... And confused?" She spoke up, her voice laced with a sense of care yet, refined.

You stared at her, until it clicked that she was waiting for a response. You gave a small nod. It only seemed like the safer option in this situation.

"I am Mo'at, healer of this clan—" Her words were filled with grace and knowledge of her importance. Unsure of what to reply with, you nodded again. "You were brought to my tent during the night, with a broken shoulder. I healed you." She said, relishing in her good work.

Another memory came to mind. The moment your face was pushed towards the ground and the most excruciating pain you've ever felt engulfed your shoulder.

With a scratchy throat, you managed to push out barely audible words, "Thank you." You swallowed hard after.

You moved your arms to your lap and were reminded of the strong chain trapping your painful joints.

She looked at you in silence, then replied with a firm nod. You watched her, thinking she would address the attack you had carried out the previous night. Not another word came from her mouth though, instead she stood up and exited the tent. Leaving you with furrowed brows and confusion written over your face.

Her voice was slightly incoherent from outside, but you could have sworn you heard her call out the name 'Jake'. You didn't worry about it, preferring to relax your exhausted mind.

'Why did she help me? Surely she knows about what happened...' Your eyes closed slowly, tiredness pulling you back into the dreamworld.

Minutes later, the tent's fabric was thrown to the side in an aggressive manner. The sound it made alerted you and your eyes flew open. Walking in, was Jake Sully.