Stranded part 1: Castaway-12 (Patreon)

Maybe you need someone, after all you've gone through, maybe it's just his very touchy behavior, or the fact that he took care of you despite the risk of you being an enemy or worse, but you accept his kind approach and hold his hand on your chest for a while longer. He pushes his forehead against yours, closing his eyes "Ogokchhtinv ij veinv he zou zo upkivth". "Hm... yeah... i think i might have needed that...", you giggle as he steps back, with a gentle smile on his muzzle. "Don't get me wrong, it still feels weird...", "I xen'h htinr chea'ko u hkouh, zah i xen'h rnef ftuh chea uko choh... u zupx vekippu... quuchzo?". "Yeah... it's not like anyone's gonna judge me for... this", you shrug "...whatever this is". "Quuchzo i jteapx huro chea he hto gippuvo" he grabs a rock and starts drawing on the grey, sandy floor, so you get closer and observe.

"Is that us?", "Chea unx quo, Adam unx Zuko...", "Ok i get it... i guess?". He keeps drawing a line that starts from a silly sketch of your heads to a thing that looks like... "...a village! Tha-that's a village!". You look at him "You're taking me to your village, is  that right?". He nods, making another one of his cute smiles, "Damnit, Zuko... you really suck at drawing, but i love how serious you look while doing it, eheh. I guess I'll be able to walk soon, then? Still... a village looks certainly better than a cave in this... damn jungle", you comment, not sure if the plan gives you relief or just makes you more nervous. "A village..." You sigh, looking down at the drawing.

You decide to...