Handstands and promises... Sort of

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Iroh sat patiently, meditating as he waited for Amaya's return, to indicate that it was safe to resume his training. She had barely returned when he leaned forward, putting his head on the floor and lifting his legs above himself, lifting himself off his head onto his hands. He began his handstand pushups, sweating profusely.

Amaya drifted near the edge of the cell. Soon, he would leave this place. He pondered momentarily if she would follow him.

"Amaya," he ground out with effort. "I want you to find Zuko when I leave this place and keep him safe."

Naturally, she couldn't answer him, but he hoped she had agreed nonetheless.

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