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The salt-laden breeze of Awa'atlu pressed down, thick and humid, as Tonowari dragged a hand wearily across his face. A wordless supplication to Eywa hovered unspoken on his lips. The grief for Ronal remained a lodestar in his spirit, but the mantle of Olo'eyktan compelled him ever forward, forcing his own sorrow—and his children's—into quiet corners. He had welcomed the outsiders with guarded hospitality, his trust a scarce resource, until his eyes found you. The eldest child, now fully grown and vivid with life, sparked a dangerous, forbidden heat in the center of his chest. It felt like betrayal, yet he was magnetized. "Keep your movements even," he instructed, his voice a low rumble as his hands corrected the weave in you's grasp. His exterior was a placid lagoon, but beneath the s…