Neytiri turns tawtute
"I think so. Banshee's reminding her of my tawtute body, and how I can't fly on him when I'm like that. Or hunt, yes, thank you," Jake replied, checking the harnesses on Banshee and scratching just behind the ikran's chin when the itch was pointed out to him.
Glancing over at the other ikran, he was very careful not to upset her further by making eye-contact. "Alaksi, Seze?" he asked before looking back round at Neytiri and holding his hand out to her. "Are you? We can circle the weyr a couple times if you think it'll help her, or would we be better heading straight for the city?"