markofthebrave | BACKDATED to July 3rd [ Action, Voice ] .049

[Today, Katara sleeps in far later than her custom - in fact, she won't wake up until around one. No one in the house particularly wants her up, and when she does wake she feels as if a platypus bear has been playing kickball with her head. Everything is stuffed in cotton. And then some remaining memories of the past few days filter in through the pain, and suddenly Katara doesn't want to wake up.

She rolls over and finds her journal, blinking the lights from her eyes.]

Did you ever wake up feeling like you owed half the village an apology?

[She shuts the book, having overestimated her ability to do and be... anything. Everything hurts right now, and it's only several hours later when she'll get up out of the bed and make responses to anyone who may have responded back to her post.

If anyone in the house feels like ministering to a girl with a hell of of an experimental hangover, she'll be in her room and then in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands as she drinks water. It doesn't seem that Nala works for hangovers, and her concentration is way too shot to try to fix her own headache.]

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[He winces sympathetically and lowers his voice.]

Sorry.

[She makes a little sound of acknowledgement and glances up at him with her regular, matching blue eyes.]

Hey.

[He studies them to make sure they aren't changing color. So far they don't seem to be.]

Hey. Welcome back.

[A wry, pained smile.]

Thanks. How long was I... [out for? back and acting weird?] I don't remember too much.

Three days. [Three incredibly long, frustrating, wanting to strangle his Sue Sister days.] And it's probably good you don't.

[She groans and buries her face in her hands.]

[At least he isn't making fun of her for it yet. ~~That will come in a few days.~~ He instead reaches into his bag, finds the right compartment, and retrieves her necklace. He sets it on the table between them.]

You managed to lose this again. You've really got to stop doing that.

[She peeks between her fingers at it the ring before moving to cover it with one hand.]

I didn't want to risk them taking it.

[...] How long was I There for? Everything's all blurry.

[Which is kind of terrifying in its own way.]

[He takes a second to remember the dates and a little subtraction...]

A week. [Another pause.] They still have Zuko, though.

[She closes her eyes with a small sound of pain.]

[... yeah, he knows it sucks.]

You know... it's going be your birthday soon.

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[She opens her eyes again, a bit confused.

Why are you trying to make her think when her head is hurting so much, bro?]

Is it really?

[Because he hasn't seen her in over a week! Or at least... the real her.]

Really. Two days, in fact.

[...that is a bit much for her to deal with emotionally right now. Feels a bit like a slap, actually, and her eyes widen for a minute before the pressing physical pain takes precedence.

Katara rests her head on her hand on the table - the same one still covering her mother's necklace.]

I hope the headache goes away by then.

[He frowns, seeing that this didn't do much to cheer her up.]

It will. So go get some sleep. I'm sure the rest of the village has already forgiven you.

[She winces and glances up at him, not immediately connecting his words with her post since - headache.]

It was that bad, huh?

Slightly more obnoxious than me as Mr. Positive. Don't worry about it.

[Because this is Luceti. These things happen. People get over it.]

Oh good. Then I was still better than Avatar Sokka.

[It's a lame joke, but it's true enough, and she smirks at him a little tiredly.]

No, definitely. Not even close.

[She smiles a little and the straightens up to refasten their mother's necklace around her neck. She doesn't really have much else to say - everything's too bright.]

[Expect no objection from him, then. He told her to go lay down, so that's what he's expecting her to do.]

[She does stand up, though it's a little unsteady.]

I think maybe I will go lay down again.

[But before she does that she pauses by her brother to give him a brief hug and a whispered:] Sorry.

[She's had to suffer through three or so different versions of him. She knows how much that can just... really suck.]

[He'll return the hug, but says nothing. Rough as it might be, he's always been good at taking things in stride. He's just glad to have his real sister back.]

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