Neteyam stood beside Lo’ak as the Metkayina gathered around them, curious about the arrival of the outsiders. He kept his head bowed in respect for the Olo’eyktan and his family, especially as the Tsahìk, Ronal, circled them with a critical gaze. Every movement, every glance from the clan, made it clear that they were being judged she grabbed their tails, hands holding them up revealing their mixed bloods of sky demon and na’vi.