༄ 10┆Actions Speak louder than Words

                                    

                                          
(y/n) rolls her eyes, shrugging and paying no care to what he said. "You can't see that I can not?"
His light blue eyes swim back to her, and the human eyes looked back to what she was brewing in return. His arms uncross, and his large four-fingered, reach out beside her head as he bent down slightly to reach her smaller height. "Give it to me."
Confusion and denial spread across her face as she whips her head at him, who was now standing behind her, extending his hand. 
"No?" God knows what he will do once he will get that stick from her hands, and she answered his question. Demand? Request? Or something as if it was a question. Just why?
The stick is clutched in her hands, held tightly in case he will snatch it from her. In protection, she even turned her back on him, facing the other way to not speak a word to him.
He takes a deep annoyed sigh, his fingers twitching in impatience. "Give it to me. Not like I will hit you with it." The eyes behind the two layers of her face, my oxygen mask and her glasses, stare at him in disbelief. "Give it to you, not." She snapped back with a smirk, eyes turning back to the fire in front of her.
"Just once." Patience in his system ran low, his voice repeating it again but with a more quiet tone. It hid his annoyance this time. (y/n) sighed, frustrated. Her head slowly turns to him, handing the stick to him with a displeased frown. "'Just once''." She mocked his words and his serious tone. 
Bending closer down to her, he takes the stick, returning to his full height and raising his arm to enlighten the slightly cooked fish in the flaming spot at the top of the bonfire. The light emitting from the flames was flashing on his face, patterns of orange hot spots enlightening his blank yet agitated expression. Brows furrowed and lips in a straight line. 
She sat on her knees while watching the Na'vi roast the fish with a bewildered expression. She wasn't the only one, the boy's peers and Tribe friends stared at him wildly, wondering to Eywa why he was putting the fish in the fire. 
Without a word, the fish arises from the flames, now in a dark color and better eating conditions than the human. And not looking at (y/n), he hands it over to her, eyes stuck on the fuming flames in front of him. Her eyes widen, and some that were watching stared harder. The teen slowly took it without confidence and looked at the fish. It was well done and slightly radiating steam. "Thank you..." she murmured, glimpsing high up at him for a second or two. 
"Ao'nung." He mumbled to her. The human 'ohed' in realization, nodding as he introduced himself to her bluntly. "(y/n)." she paused and glanced at the cooked fish. "Thanks, Ao'nung." He shrugged and turned his heel, and walked away to his group with Roxto, leaving her with her meal. 
Being stunned by his actions didn't stop her from slowly tearing down the fish's skin to eat. Having a small chewable piece, she unbuckled the bottom piece of the oxygen mask, then quickly lifted it to deliver the cooked fish skin into her mouth and quickly shut it.
What if I get some sort of food poisoning...? Some Pandorian food poisoning? She chews on the fish hesitantly, expecting a funky taste, she is on another planet after all. 
It gave her a rich yet bland taste, no salt, no pepper, and no cooking oil to be with it, but it didn't need. The cooked moist skin tasted well, and the meat of the fish was the best part. (y/n) reluctantly ate her meal, except for tipping her mask open to feed herself. The eating and talking teens looked at the 'weirdly' cooked fish she began parting into pieces to eat, especially since it was as big as her forearm and made her look the size of a toddler.