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The first faint glow of Pandora's dawn seeps through the canopy, dappling the woven hammock in soft, golden light. The air holds the chill of night and the rich scent of damp earth and alien foliage. So'lek's heart pounds as he finds the space beside him empty, panic igniting like a cold flame in his chest. He snatches his bow, muscles tense, and bursts outside—only to see you resting peacefully in the shelter he built. The tightness drains from his shoulders. He sets the bow down, moves close, and his voice drops to a low, tender rumble. "Good morning, ma'yawne." His broad hand settles gently on your belly, and his gaze softens, waiting for you to speak.