[She watches him go, strangely... hurting. She would have liked to reassure him, or done something to make this better, but...
There was nothing she could do.
She hates that most of all.
After he waves, she watches a moment more... and then shuts the door, locks it, and sighs. Now she has to go deal with Zuko.
Katara walks back in to the kitchen, a touch apprehensively, and waits. She's got a feeling he's got something to say, and he deserves the chance to say it first. In fact, she's impressed that he managed to hold himself together silently this long.]
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There was nothing she could do.
She hates that most of all.
After he waves, she watches a moment more... and then shuts the door, locks it, and sighs. Now she has to go deal with Zuko.
Katara walks back in to the kitchen, a touch apprehensively, and waits. She's got a feeling he's got something to say, and he deserves the chance to say it first. In fact, she's impressed that he managed to hold himself together silently this long.]