Author's Note: Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!

Jake starts a tentative routine. He spends the first half of his day in the office with Quaritch, doing every piece of paperwork that the older man puts in front of him with a new sense of diligence that he seems to approve of and then having lunch with him and Lyle, before spending the second half of the day at Hometree with Tsu'tey, Mo'at, and her daughters.

As Grace predicted, Mo'at wasn't pleased with this decision, stressing the importance of learning their ways but Jake just... couldn't break his promise. It's not a big deal, but Quaritch was back to being supportive and kind and lenient when Jake would have to leave some paperwork for the next day because he wasn't able to get it done in the limited time he had. And Quaritch refused when he offered to come in earlier.

"You're helping me, Jake," he had said dismissively. "I used to do this all alone, so anything that you do is more than I had before." And spoke no more on the matter.

He felt bad but there wasn't all that much more he could do - Quaritch wouldn't let him work on his days off, even though he did jump into the link for a few hours both days so that his Avatar didn't die and sneak in a bit of practice in the language and walking around Hometree, getting a feel for it.

He explained to Mo'at, with Grace's help, that he had other obligations and that it wouldn't be right to make him choose. He would work hard to learn their ways but expressed that he wasn't so certain of why he had to. He knows that Mo'at believes that their deity wants him there for a reason, but he doesn't fully understand that. He wasn't a religious person to begin with - if there truly was a God, he felt that door slammed shut on his toes a long time ago - so he wasn't sure that he believed in Eywa either - which he didn't say, thankfully. But he did say that he was human, and as a human he had obligations.

Mo'at didn't like that. She tried to argue, with Grace, in the former's song-like language that Jake for the life of him was unsure he was ever going to fully grasp. They spoke so fast, with flailing arms and exasperated looks, and Jake felt himself shrinking into the ground, regretting every choice he ever made so quickly. He hadn't wanted to make a big deal out of anything but now that it was being blown up around him, he contemplated quitting again. He really wasn't worth all of the effort it was to even get angry about any of this.

Whatever Grace said seemed to calm the Tsahik down. Or at least convince her that at this point in time there was nothing that she could say that wouldn't ultimately make Jake high tail it back to just working for Quaritch. Even if he would feel like shit for basically lying to Tsu'tey.

Tsu'tey, whose face is always so blindingly happy to see him that it makes his stomach clench and his face burn. Tsu'tey is always so happy to see him and while he doesn't understand why, it is such a pleasent feeling. Pleasent enough to scare him, but he's not sure what to do about it.

Tommy was mad for the first week before he started to come over at night with Norm to continue with language lessons. Jake was thankful for the help as he just was not grasping it at all. And admittedly, it was nice that his twin was no longer angry at him, even though he was weary about Jake going back every day, even if only for a few hours to make sure the avatar keeps getting better, slowly but surely.

No doubt they are all worried about him in that regard. What does it mean for their relationship with the Omatikaya if one of the times he jumps into his avatar something happens to him? Another seizure or perhaps a full-on aneurism or something? He gets why they would be worried. Jake could still ruin whatever this is yet.

Being able to do so much is mentally exhausting him again so he's sleeping a bit easier at night, which is always a plus. And by easier he means that he's getting more sleep than usual because he's so drained that his body just can't hold out anymore and he just passes out as soon as he falls into his bed, so, still a plus. Definitely not a healthy one, no doubt, but Jake doesn't so much mind it.

And even if he does, what's he going to do about it? That's right. Nothing.

Jake finds that he likes routine. He likes predictability in the sense that he knows what his day is going to be like. One of the few things that he liked about his home life back on Earth. That man, if nothing else, was a creature of habit and didn't often deviate from it. It's only when he does that there is... disastrous results. Like, well, what happened with Connor.

But Jake doesn't want to think about that.

While his days with Quaritch were blissfully stagnant, he knew what to expect most days, it wasn't as simple with the Na'vi. Their lives were much more spontaneous, which Jake very much didn't like at first, but as the time passes, days go by, he starts to see it as its own routine. Expecting the unexpected, as it were. He went into every day knowing that something was going to happen, he just had no idea what it was going to be.

And as scary as that was for him, it had come to be expected. Crazy, right?

Grace is now a far cry from how rigidly dismissive she was when they first met. He recognized that she had changed over the course of these last few months since they first arrived on Pandora but hadn't fully made note of it until one day, while he was going through his log for the day. He noticed that she often spends the late nights waiting for him, after most others went to their rooms or just out to capitalize on their free time, just listening to him quietly talk to the blinking red light on the screen of the computer he was sitting in front of. Watching in real time as his understanding of Pandora and of the Omatikaya grew a bit more each and every day.

It's getting to the point now where she isn't even pretending that she's not listening to every word he says. Grace was the closest anyone had gotten to the Omatikaya from the humans. She knew more than anyone else, was taught more than anyone else. But she wasn't let in the way that he was. They saw him as one of them, learning their ways - or so Tsu'tey says anyway - but Grace was just... a friend. An ally, maybe. Mo'at's friend, sure. But not one of them.

At least, not in the way that they were trying to make Jake into.

Admittedly, he still isn't all that good at these logs, even after all this time. Sometimes his brain will just be so fried from days of inadequate rest that he will half-heartedly talk about his day akin to verbal bullet points. And other days, he will quietly pose questions, knowing that Grace was listening and might just answer them for him. Or, if he wanted to, one day he could come back and be able to answer his own questions.

Not that he probably would, but it's nice to have the option, he supposed.

This is one of the days where he was more in-depth with his logs, not minding that Grace was listening a few computers behind him.

"Today was an interesting day," Jake says delicately, ignoring the way Grace glances over him, probably surprised that Jake even knew that phrase. It's definitely not something he says often. Or at all.

"Normally, Tsu'tey and I would sit around Hometree in the afternoons, learning the language and practicing simple hand motions. Things like 'I see you' in greeting, and when you're out in the forest, the hand signs they use to signal or alert things," Jake continues, avoiding looking at the exhausted face staring back at him. "But today, Tsu'tey took me into the forest, and we wandered around Hometree. He was showing me all sorts of the local fauna and some of the animals, telling me their names and what to look out for, things like that."

"Tsu'tey brought me down to a river, showing me where to find my favorite fruit." Jake hesitates, rubbing anxiously at the back of his neck. "I like sour fruit, I guess. Tsu'tey just... makes a note of these things, remembering them for some reason. But he showed me around, I guess remembering that I'm not as smart as Tommy. Academia is not my strong suit. More practical applications and experiences help it stick better in my head. He tried to talk to me about the cyclical nature of energy here on Pandora. About how energy is not given or taken, only borrowed. That one day, any energy taken from the planet will be returned to it."

Grace nods slowly in the background in understanding.

"I saw the Omatikaya equivalent to a funeral today. I've never been to one before. Both on Earth and well, here, obviously. Mo'at lead the clan through the rite, singing songs and wishing peace to the spirit as it returned to the side of the Great Mother. Tsu'tey was nice enough to stay close and help translate and make sure I wasn't making a bigger fool of myself."

Jake looks down at his numb fingers, noticing some cuts sealed with dried blood on them. He has no idea when or how he managed to get those. He takes a moment to try and organize his thoughts. After a long, baited silence with that red light blink, blink, blinking away patiently, Jake finally says, "His widow came to hug me. Or mate, I suppose is what they call them. No husbands or wives or anything like that. Mates, I guess. She came up and hugged me. They were both cooks for the clan. I guess he had been sick for a long time, and it finally caught up with him.

"She was..." he trails off. "She was happy that I was able to be there. Me, of all people. A no one. A stranger who isn't even really sure he understands any of what they were talking about - about Eywa, not the language. I definitely wouldn't have understood a lick of what she was saying if Tsu'tey wasn't there to translate. But they mistakenly think I'm someone important. That Eywa chose me to be something way more than what I am. Me being what she thinks I am, makes her believe that her mate's passing to the Great Mother's side peacefully is guaranteed."

Grace looks at him, considering his words, but doesn't say anything.

"I don't know what they want from me," he says for what feels like the thousandth time. No matter how much they say that they want him to learn because he's supposed to be part of them, he just doesn't understand. He'll keep going, hoping that he'll at some point come to understand, but he's not sure if he's going to be able to. Quietly, he'll keep going because he's enjoying it. He likes spending time with Tsu'tey. Pandora is beautiful and even if he gets nothing else from this, simply being able to be with his friend and see the beautiful world around him.

If nothing else, he will keep the memories for himself. When Tsu'tey and the Omatikaya figure out whatever it is that they are trying to figure out about him and send him back to the humans full-time, he'll cherish these memories alone.

"My avatar still isn't all that strong yet," Jake continues, pulling himself from his thoughts. "Mo'at and Tsu'tey just keep throwing food and medicine at me to accelerate its healing as fast as they can, I guess." A pause, then, "Me, I mean. Tsu'tey hates when I refer to the avatar as 'it' or 'he'."

"And why is that?" Grace asks, resting her cheek against her fist.

"He thinks that it's me, I guess," Jake says, picking at a scab on his hand, still not sure where it came from.

Grace looks curious but doesn't comment further. Jake lets out a little sigh, rubbing the back of his neck - once again, not sure why, he can't feel it.

He waits a beat to see if she'll say anything else before continuing, "I'm not sure I can be whatever it is that they're looking for in me, but it's... definitely an experience, nevertheless." He's not sure how much he wants to bear his heart in that regard, so he'll just leave it at that. "That's all. Jake Sully, out." He turns off the recording and moves it into the designated folder before powering down the computer and turning to look at Grace, who was watching him.

He tilts his head when she opens her mouth to say something, then stops, hesitating. Then she sits up a bit and says, "You're seventeen now. Have been for about a month now."

Jake tilts his head. He turned the computer off, so he can't even look at the date in the bottom right corner. He just shrugs. "Okay."

"Did you celebrate?" She asks, voice soft.

Jake frowns at that. "No. We don't celebrate."

Grace studies his expression. "Yeah," she finally says after a moment of silence. "Tom said so too. Any particular reason? I mean, for the most part it's hard for people to keep track here on Pandora because of the seven years of travel to get here, but you two were just kids. Seventeen is big."

Jake shrugs. "We don't celebrate," he says again.

Grace frowns. "Is that personal choice?"

He tilts his head more. He's not sure why she's asking him these things. "I guess. We just never did. We did plan on celebrating our eighteenth, because we could leave home, but that's about it."

Grace looks down at her hands, shaking her head a bit. It seems like it bothers her a bit that they don't, but there is a good reason for it. They've never celebrated before other than with one another, quietly whispering to each other late at night in the quiet house, but also it was the day that their mom died, why would they want to celebrate that?

Now that he thinks about it though, their birthday did fall on one of Jake's off days, but the following morning when he went into Quaritch's office, there had been a cupcake on his desk for Jake. Quaritch had said it was a gift from a subordinate, but he wasn't a sweets person, so he wanted Jake to have it. Jake had accepted it, because he rarely ever got anything sweet, and it was a simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting, but it was good.

Had Quaritch known? Or was it just a coincidence? Jake supposes he could have looked at Jake's personnel file if he was curious. Head of security would without a doubt have access to that. If that's the case and it wasn't just a coincidence, Jake's glad that he played it off. Jake would have been way too embarrassed to accept it had he thought that the action was intentional.

"Why?" Jake asks, pushing the curiosity about Quaritch to the back of his mind for now.

Grace lets out a sigh, raising her eyes to his. "It's nothing. If you aren't interesting in anything like that, it's fine. I just realized that I hadn't heard anything from you, Tom or Norm about any sort of celebration. And you boys are young enough that you should still be celebrating."

"Oh," Jake says. "We just don't. I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you. It's not a big deal." He pushes to his feet. "Goodnight, Doctor Augustine."

She nods, watching him as he leaves. "Goodnight, Jake."

"You're getting good, Jake."

Jake glances over at Tsu'tey as he walks back and forth across a root, trying to focus on his tail to keep his balance. It moves so instinctually that he forgets that he has it until he's about to fall over and he hasn't built up the muscle memory to ensure he doesn't overcorrect in an attempt not to fall over. His avatar body is covered in cuts, scrapes and bruises from falling the seven feet to the ground every time evolution failed him.

"You are too. Your English is getting so clear," Jake murmurs, wobbling but catching himself.

Sylwanin, who was helping him while Tsu'tey was out with a hunting party, waves at him happily. They wave from their foreheads to one another in greeting. Jake mimics as best his can with his back pointed to his friend. Tsu'tey returns it with a grin.

"Thank you, Jake," Tsu'tey says, resting the bow on his shoulder against the root. Then he carefully walks around Jake, studying his form. "I've got it from here, Sylwanin, thank you for your assistance."

She nods, waving at Jake in farewell. "Good work, Jake."

Jake nods back before concentrating on what he's doing. They spend the next little while with Jake walking back and forth on this root, adjusting himself every little bit whenever Tsu'tey advised it. Tsu'tey was definitely a lot tougher a teacher than Sylwanin, who was okay with him just walking the whole time. By the end of his practicing balance on the root, Jake was running from one end of the section to the other, which was at least forty to forty-five feet.

Jake appreciated not being handled with the kiddy gloves when it came to the physical stuff, as that's the only thing he's actually good at, but his avatar was definitely suffering for it. He doubles over, panting and sweating up a storm. His limbs shake from the exertion and his stomach is screaming in protest. Both the stitch in his side and in hunger.

Tsu'tey smiles, pleased as he reaches out a hand in offering. "Good, Jake. Very good."

Jake flushes, reaching out to lightly take his friend's hand, using it to help him keep his balance as he jumps down. He staggers a bit, but Tsu'tey steadies him with the hand he's holding and with one resting on his waist, making Jake's skin crawl at the sensation, but he pushes past it. He straightens up, tilting his chin to look up into Tsu'tey's eyes, blinking slowly.

Tsu'tey's so close. The heat of his body against Jake's, their hands together, Tsu'tey's other hand on his waist. For a moment, just a single moment, it was... breath-taking. It made his heart skip a beat; his chest tightens. But then it was too much, his skin flaring in aggravation. Reluctantly, Jake pulls away, rubbing at his tingling limbs, frowning. Tsu'tey looks hurt, for only a moment, before realization flickers over his features.

"Your skin hurts," he says, seemingly reminding himself.

Jake nods.

Tsu'tey lets out a little sigh, rubbing at his hands. Then he looks at Jake, curiously, then he nods down at his stomach. "Are you hungry, Jake?"

Jake flushes again, looking down at his feet. "...I guess..." He watches his big toe dig into the dirt a bit, embarrassed. "But only if you are too..."

Tsu'tey smirks, reaching out to lightly run the back of his fingers over Jake's arm. The sensation tickles and hurts a little bit, but it is so gentle and sweet that he couldn't be upset by it. He peaks up through his lashes at the look that Tsu'tey is giving him. He doesn't know how to interpret the softness of it. He's just not used to someone looking at him, treating him, the way that Tsu'tey does. He's not sure why it is, though. Is it because they are friends? Jake wishes he knew. He wished that he understood how all of that worked.

Would he be silly to ask Tsu'tey? It seems like he would know better than Jake would. Maybe it's a Na'vi thing? He doesn't know.

"I am," Tsu'tey says sweetly. "Come, let's get you something to eat." He waves at Jake to follow him, taking hold of his wrist between two fingers, very gently, every time Jake lags behind him. A habit he picked up because Jake, for the life of him, can't seem to stay by Tsu'tey's side while they walk. The action makes his cheeks burn every single time he does it.

They head back into Hometree, grabbing an assortment of fruit and some dried meats before heading back outside to their rock to eat and continue with the language and hand signals. After a while, as has become custom for them on their lazier days, they just talk, or Tsu'tey talks, and Jake mostly listens. He's lightly pulling apart pieces of his dried meat to eat, listening as Tsu'tey explains all of the different jobs around Hometree. From weavers to child carers, to hunters, to gatherers, to healers, to scouts, to cooks, to builders, to all the different jobs that make Hometree function. It's not just a community, it's like a city. They even have traders that will barter specific goods for cheap for the Omatikaya and steeper for clans that come to visit.

He talks about how the Omatikaya have lived in Hometree for many generations, long before when last there was a time of Great Sorrow, which was around the time Neytiri and Sylwanin's grandfather's grandfather was in command of the clan. Apparently there have three times recognized as a Time of Great Sorrow, but that one with Neytiri and Sylwanin's grandfather's grandfather was just the last time that happened.

He had also been the last Toruk Makto.

Jake liked to listen to the stories Tsu'tey told. It had been one of the few things that Jake took some level of enjoyment in. The stories of heroes. He wasn't much of a reader himself, but he sure liked to listen to stories of them. Great heroes of myths and legends. Like Greek mythology and Norse mythology and so many other things alike. He liked the comics that Quaritch got him even if he couldn't fully grasp them. He liked heroes. Liked the idea that there was someone out there who went around saving people in need. This felt like another one of those stories, except this was actually a real person. Apparently.

His mind was whirling with Tsu'tey's stories as they made their way back inside Hometree after the lessons were over. They make their way up the spiral and over to the hammock that Jake has claimed as his own.

As he's climbing in, Tsu'tey asks, "Did you like them? Stories? You are very... quiet, Jake. Thoughtful?"

Jake nods, lowering to a sit. "I like the stories," he admits softly.

Tsu'tey smiles, lowering down onto his hunches, tail flicking when Jake turns to look at him. "I do too," he admits back. "Good stories. Will tell more. Tomorrow, okay?"

Jake hums softly in agreement, bringing his hand up to smooth his wild black hair, pushing it over his shoulder, suddenly sad. He knew he had to go back, it was getting dark out and his real body hasn't eaten since lunch, and he's always exhausted after coming back from link that he can't even eat. He's dropped to one meal a day and he's got a doctor's visit coming up - more regulated since he's been linking up again - and his doctor is beyond angry at him for the last checkup. Jake lost more weight and still isn't sleeping so they switched up his meds.

Jake didn't have the heart to tell them that he's sleeping more now because he's so physically and mentally exhausted that he can barely keep his eyes open sometimes.

But Jake finds that he doesn't want to go. He wants to stay longer, but he knows that he shouldn't. He should try to get something to eat, but he knows the longer he stays in the link bed, the harder it's going to be to work up an appetite.

As if sensing his hesitation, Tsu'tey softly admits, "I don't want you to go."

Jake looks back up at him, blinking a few times before looking away, hiding the darkening of his cheeks. Even though Tsu'tey says that every time, Jake still doesn't understand it. But it's so... nice to hear. And he's thankful that Tsu'tey says it.

"I know..." Jake says softly. And he does. For reasons he doesn't understand, Tsu'tey wants him to stay.

And it makes something warm bloom in Jake's chest every single time.

After coming back from the link, Jake drags himself over to the computer, completely devoid of life. Just Grace and Max are left in the room talking while bent over one of the computers when Jake collapsed into the seat in front of his assigned space. Like a zombie, he goes through the motions of getting his log ready, ignoring the looks that the two adults were giving him.

If he could feel anything, he would slap himself to ensure that he was alert enough for this log, but he wouldn't feel it, so he just gave himself a harsh shake, rattling his brain enough for it to focus. He goes through the bullet points of the day, yawning persistently and rubbing at his eyes. He even stares vacantly for a full forty seconds before snapping out of it. He recounts everything that he did that day with probably no distinguishable timeline, before finishing up his log and heaving himself out of his chair and dragging his heavy body to the door.

"Are you okay, Jake?" Max calls out to him.

Jake raises a thumbs up over his head.

"Do you need me to walk you to your room?" He asks.

Thumbs down.

His arm slaps heavy against his side as he makes his way out the door, heading to his room. The ten minute trek stretches on for what feels like hours, but probably only tacked on an additional ten minutes or so, before he's in his room, digging around in his little snack drawer that Tommy keeps refilling for him whenever he runs low - which is rare considering he hardly spends any time in his room, but any time he runs out of something that he likes, it's magically there again the next time he comes into his room. It's the little things, he supposes.

He munches on as much as he could stand while staring vacant eyed out the window in front of his desk, not sure how long he just sat there blankly before storing his snacks away once more and going to shower, knowing that he's probably sweated up a storm jostling in the link bed while he was training with Tsu'tey earlier. Plus, the warm water helps to loosen his tense muscles. Even though he can't feel the heat, his muscles relax beneath the spray, so he knows that it's helping him.

He just has to be careful not to have it on too hot, seeing as he can't tell if it burns him or not.

Once that's done, he tugs on some sweats and a t-shirt and brushes his teeth before crawling into bed, eyes falling shut almost immediately. There is a moment of blackness as his body relaxes before, instead of falling into sleep, he drifts up in starlight.

Jake jolts at the sensation of falling. He rubs at his forehead, sitting up. His body is sore, and tired, but not too bad. He rubs roughly at his tired face, feeling like he hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep. He rolls his ankles, listening to them crack before lowering onto his back and then curling up onto his side, drifting slowly back to sleep, listening to the peaceful sounds of crackling fire. It's faint, but in the relative silence around him, he can pick it out amongst the light breathing and soft mumbling of Tommy next to him.

Unconsciously, Jake reaches out for Tommy. It's been weeks since Tommy slept in his bed with him - probably the last time was following his accident, when he lost all feeling in his body. It was nice to have him back.

Jake gropes around but doesn't feel the warmth of his brother, instead, his fingers coil through... threads? It's thin, but solid, somehow. Like it wasn't going to break easily despite his initial tug on it.

Jake opens his eyes, blinking his vision clear to see his fingers are... blue?

Blue? But... why would..?

Jake lurches up, heart racing as he looks down his body. But it wasn't his body. It was his avatar's body. Jake looks around at the hammocks surrounding him, blood roaring in his ears as Omatikaya unmated males and females curl up sleeping next to where he was. All save for the one directly to his left. It was the only one that no one was sleeping in around him. But he was back in his hammock, the one that he always went to at the end of the day, before going bac to Hell's Gate. Right where he left Tsu'tey just a few short hours ago.

But... but how?

Dreaming, he... he has to be dreaming, right?

Suddenly riddled with anxiety, Jake crawls out of his hammock, looking at all the surrounding ones, praying he could see Tsu'tey. He doesn't. None of them look familiar to him - at least not enough for him to approach them.

Sweating with his tail wrapped tightly around his hips in fear, Jake heads for the spiral, warring for only a moment on if he should go up or down. If he goes up, he can keep looking for Tsu'tey, but if he goes down, he might find someone awake who knows where Tsu'tey is. He would hate to wake people up in his search for Tsu'tey but he would also hate to bother someone who is trying to enjoy their night.

Deeming sleep as more important, Jake makes his way down the spiral toward the communal fire. Even if this is a dream, he wouldn't want anyone to be mad at him, but if it's somehow not a dream...

Tsu'tey. He needs Tsu'tey.

He doesn't understand what's going on, but Tsu'tey is very smart. Tsu'tey would definitely be able to help him. He's not sure how, but if anyone could somehow know what to do next, it would be Tsu'tey.

Once Jake makes it the ground level of Hometree, he heads deeper in towards the firepit, kneading his hands at his stomach while squeezing the life out of his bony hips with his tail. Jake almost cried out in relief at the sight of Tsu'tey, sitting next to Neytiri and the red cloaked man - Mo'at's mate and Neytiri and Sylwanin's father. The Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya. The Clan Chief, Eytukan.

"Tsu'tey," Jake rasps, shaking in fear.

Tsu'tey tenses up, tail going rigid before turning around, confusion written all over his face. His eyes widen when they land on Jake. He's quick to his feet, moving to grasp at Jake's arms, fingers able to wrap almost completely around the too thin limbs, looking him up and down, face pinched in worry.

"Jake, are you okay? Are you hurt?" His hands run up and down Jake's arms as he shifts closer, as if able to protect the avatar with his own body. "Please be not upset. Talk to me. Why did you be back so soon? I thought it was to be tomorrow."

Jake looks up at him, feeling the way Tsu'tey's hands try to comfort him, how they pull him closer. How his face is twisted in concern, golden eyes studying his expression, then his body, searching for injuries.

Trembling so hard his body hurt, Jake reaches out, lightly touching the tips of his shaking fingers at his friend's cheek, marveling that he could actually feel his skin beneath his fingertips.

"I... I think... I... am I dreaming, Tsu'tey?" Jake whispers.

Tsu'tey frowns at that, shifting close enough for the heat of his body to wash over Jake's skin, making it prickle a bit. "No, Jake. You are..." he struggles to find the word. "Not sleeping," he decides upon. "Not dreams."

Jake shakes his head, knees feeling weak. "That can't... I shouldn't be..."

"Jake?" Tsu'tey asks softly, creases forming between his eyes in worry. "What is it? Jake, please say it. What is wrong?"

"Unless I'm sleepwalking or experiencing black outs..." Jake mumbles, shivering at his own words. "I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't... I can't be in Hometree right now."

Tsu'tey tilts his head. "Why is this?"

Jake pales, shaking so hard that Tsu'tey is the only thing holding him up now with how weak his knees are. "I... I... shouldn't be here. There should be no way I'm in Hometree right now. I'm not in the link bed back in Hell's Gate. I can't connect to my avatar without it."