Neytiri turns tawtute
He listened to her reasoning, his fingers hitching the hem of the teeshirt up high enough that he could get his hand on her back, much preferring the feel of her skin to the feel of his shirt. "[You are like a Dreamwalker now, like me. But I think you will be quicker than me to learn,]" he said, gently stroking her back with one finger as he spoke.
"Let me know when you want to head back to the city, okay?"