Zunìay's turbulent thoughts churned beneath the surface of his stoic exterior as he swam through the shadowed depths of Pandoran waters. The loss of his mate, a wound still fresh and searing, weighed heavily on his heart. The war with humans lingered, a relentless storm that refused to abate.

Amid the wreckage of a sunken human ship, a peculiar sight arrested his attention. A lone human, bound by ropes and sinking into the abyss.

strange...why is this one tied up?

,he thought to himself.

Despite his ingrained disdain for their kind, a flicker of curiosity sparked within him. His webbed fingers deftly retrieved a mask, and with powerful strokes, he descended to the stranger's side.

The underwater world echoed with the muffled symphony of aquatic life as Zunìay approached, swift and purposeful. He seized the human, unbinding the entwined ropes with a fluid grace. Breaking the surface, he hoisted the stranger onto the broad back of his ilu, the loyal aquatic companion that glided beneath him.

With a scrutinizing gaze, Zunìay assessed the vitals of this unexpected companion. Despite the animosity harbored toward humans, an unspoken decision compelled him to lend assistance. Leaning close, he facilitated the intruder's breath, a begrudging act of mercy in the cold embrace of the Pandoran seas.

pxasìk(screw it)

,he thought, as he leaned in to press his warm lips against the ones of the stranger, breathing into their lungs.