"Oeru syaw Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at’ite," she replied, as if to show him that he was not the only one who spoke a language that they did not share. "May Eywa bless our first meeting."
She put her knife back in the sheath, crossing her arms across her chest as she watched him closely, her eyes flicking from his stance to his right wrist, assessing him as both a man and as a warrior.
At his last words, she raised an eyebrow imperiously, and her tail flicked in dark amusement.