No. I don't want you to go. [The response is automatic and sincere - she doesn't want him to go, but at the same time she doesn't want him here. She can feel the weight of expectation, of being evaluated, and it's uncomfortable and awkward. She started to speak, and so now her stubbornness is gone and she's up against her pride. Her pride that - for all her exasperation of it in others - is like leaning up against one of her ice spikes, cold and pointed, and if it broke the chances were good that it would cut her as she fell.
Katara stands.] I should go check on Zuko. I'll be right back.
[She makes to walk passed him - and she doesn't expect him to be there when she gets back.]
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Katara stands.] I should go check on Zuko. I'll be right back.
[She makes to walk passed him - and she doesn't expect him to be there when she gets back.]