I know. But I'm going to do this. You can come with me, or I'll find someone else. I'll go by myself if I have to.

[...a sigh, as she realizes that she's strong-arming him when she doesn't need to. She is doing it. There's nothing (or nothing she can think of, anyway) he can say to stop her. But she doesn't want him coming along just because she's twisting his arm. It's not urgent that way. But... what if...]

Look, Sokka - it's not like I want to spend a couple of days cut off from my bending. But this is something I have to do.