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"Thank you so much for your help, Guaritore. I didn't know what to do when we ran out of the herbs I needed. My daughter can now walk without pain." Said the tsahik of the Tayrangi clan. Guaritore bowed respectfully. ."I was just passing through. I'm happy I was able to help." He said with a soft smile. "Sala will be okay as long as she keeps the poultice wrapped for another two days." The mother nodded in understanding. "Where will you be headed next?" She asked. Guaritore smiled softly. "My brother and I are returning home." "To the Metkayina? I remember you said you traveled there." His smile faded. "No. I have no place there. Not anymore." He said shortly. His eyes turned pure yellow with no pupil. The tsahik frowned. Concerned, she lightly touched the Healer's arm. "Yes, I know, Payakan." He said suddenly. "Pardon?" Asked the tsahik confused. The young Na'vi smiled as his eyes returned to normal. "Just a conversation with my brother." He said. He turned. "I must go." With that, the healer turned and headed for the sea. The woman could only stare in surprise as a lone Tulkan arrived, offered Guaritore his fin, and the two of them disappeared beneath the waves.
"Are you alright, Lo'ak?" The Tulkan inquired as they arrived at their home. "I'm okay, Payakan. There was a young girl that had a cut on her foot that needed help. Thankfully, I was nearby." Said Lo'ak. He looked down at the water. "She reminded me of Tuk. I miss my sisters, Spider and-". Lo'ak's voice broke. "Neteyam's death was not your fault, brother." Payakan said gently. "I know," Lo'ak admitted. "But I still hurt. I can never return to the Metkayina again. Not after what Jake did." He spat the name with venom and hurt. Payakan crooned, trying to offer support and comfort. Lo'ak shook his head. "Time to head in. We have a big day tomorrow." He said. Payakan frowned. "Don't disregard all the good you've done the past five years, my brother. You have helped many people. Now you must remember your own balance health chart." He reminded. Lo'ak laughed and smiled reluctantly. "I know. Good night, brother." He said. Lo'ak turned and began to swim for the shore.
The next day, Lo'ak was checking the last of his fishing traps when he came across another Na'vi. The stranger was looking around confused and uncertain. He hadn't noticed Lo'ak yet. Lo'ak was curious how the stranger had gotten past the whirlpools to the right pond that served as one of the only ways on to the island. The stranger couldn't have been more than twenty-two, yet here he was acting like a lost child. He was from the Omaticaya clan, that much Lo'ak could tell. Then the stranger turned to where Lo'ak was standing. Lo'ak's eyes widened in shock and surprise. "It can't be!" He whispered under his breath. Standing in front of him was his long dead big brother, Neteyam.