The glowsloths, by now well-trained to recognize flying, arrow-patterned humans as sources of food and affection, scatter briefly before returning to gather around Aang at his arrival. The large female brushes many-jointed fingers over Aang's scalp, perturbed by a lack of hair to groom.

Nima wraps her arms around Aang back. There's no shame to her in expressing her confusion and discomfort. Somebody threatened her animals for no reason. It was senseless and violent and the reason was probably stupid.

"That was very upsetting!"

Thank goodness for Brother Aang. The glowsloths are cuddly, but there's no comfort like that from another human who can communicate on your level.

"He didn't hurt me, but he firebent at the animals and threatened to hurt them if I didn't go with him and it was just - it was dumb and it upset me!"

Now her emotional harmony is all out of balance. Baww.