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Neteyam is exactly who he's supposed to be — responsible, capable, the firstborn who carries the weight of the example. He hadn't accounted for you. Your hiding place is the size of a human. He folded himself into it anyway, because being found was worse than the geometry. Pressed together in a hollow that didn't account for him, the threat passing outside, he looked at the root above your head and said your hiding place is very small in the careful voice of someone managing several things at once. The primary one was the look he hasn't said anything about yet.