Book Two: Honor and Redemption

Zutara:

"Think about it, Katara," Sokka said in the high pitched voice that made her wince with each word. "You can't do this."

"What else am I going to do? Let him die?" Ironically, just an hour ago she wouldn't have hesitated to murder him. She was going to murder him. How was it that in the past hour they were saving him for the second time? If you had said that to her last night she'd have laughed hysterically until morning.

"He's the enemy! Of course, we can let him die. Aang, help me out here."

MaiZula:

"You must be joking." Azula shuddered the longer she stared at it. Soon she realized even when she closed her eyes, it was all she could see. "Why? How can you sleep here?"

"Peacefully."

Not counting the creepy ceiling, Azula never felt this peaceful anywhere else. Not even in her own bed. Maybe especially in her own bed. It carried the mark of the heavy burden of her title and nights spent on scheming. Her time in the Academy had been the only time she had known a good night's sleep. Something about Mai's personal space silenced the ceaseless turmoil in her brain. She sunk deeper into the bed, moving closer to her warmth. She played with Mai's hair until she had replenished some well that was drained in the month she hadn't done it. She was sure at some point she snoozed off.

Mai remained lying on her side.

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