The Hunter and the Hunted
There was no way Neytiri wasn't fully aware of what he was doing, Jake realized, not after leading him here the way she had. She was somewhere very close by, she had to be. He crossed over to touch some of the plants, concentrating on them for the time being. Smiling as they glowed brighter at his touch, he allowed himself to be distracted for a few moments before glancing round the grove. She wasn't anywhere on the ground that he could see, so he looked up into the trees.
"Kaltxi, yawne. Oe omum nga lu käsatseng. Fay’ewll lu lor. Irayo."