[And that earns him a startled glance. He never comments on her bending. Never. She can't decide if that's a compliment or an insult and there's a beat as she waits for the punch line. When it doesn't come she turns her attention back to the sunset, a funny lump in her throat.
Don't talk to her about her bending in order to stop her from being upset with you, Sokka. That's not fair, and it's a low blow.]
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Don't talk to her about her bending in order to stop her from being upset with you, Sokka. That's not fair, and it's a low blow.]
I've had a lot of time to practice.
[Back off.]