Aaron hadn't moved a muscle from the graveside, barely even switching positions. The flower Neytiri had planted was glowing so beautifully, it cast an ethereal light over the tributes, the gifts and flowers and all that had been placed there. He didn't want to leave them to be damaged. He owed her to take care of her now more than ever before. He couldn't let go.
He heard rather than saw the girl behind him, his enhanced senses letting him narrow down the possibilities. When she spoke, he knew it was Rachel. He just had an instinct. "Hey." he said with a gravel scratch in his voice.