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His name was Lee. He had walked into her life so quickly and rode out of it even faster. She had spent such a short time with him, but still, she thought of him. He had come with his uncle asking for help. She had given it freely. She could see the pain in his young face. The weight of it almost making him seem as old as the tea-loving uncle he traveled with.

She had tried to help him see that she understood his pain by showing him her scarred leg. He had been so shocked at that.

The fireflies had been out that night. Lighting up the dark almost like they were trying to bring hope to him. As she had tried to by mentioning the Avatar's return.

He hadn't allowed her to touch his scar, but she understood why. He had still seen it as a brand then. While her scar made her stronger, his scar seemed to make him feel weaker. She didn't need to know the story behind it to understand that.

As he left, taking her ostrich-horse with him, she realized that, while she had tried, she hadn't completely reached him with her words. As he rode away, she had the urge to give up trying to help him if he ever returned.

As the weeks went by, though, she slowly began to forgive him. She wanted to help him realize that he could be more than he believed he could. If he ever returned, she had decided to give him another chance.

And now, there he was. Walking up the path he had followed away from her that night. Her eyes and mouth wide open, she forgot all she had wanted to say to him. He walked slowly, looking sheepish. Seeming to be scared of what might happen.

As he reached her, he stood silent, looking anywhere but her face. As he spoke word of apology, stuttering every few words, she only stared at him.

"I...um...I just wanted to..."

Seeing her expression, he looked away and turned to leave.

Realizing this, she reached out her hand to stop him. Feeling this, he turned back, eyes downcast.

"Wait, Lee," she said.

Looking up, he said, "My name...is Zuko."

Confused, her eyes blinked.

Seeing this, he said, "I...lost your ostrich-horse. I'm sorry, Song."

Slowly smiling, she said, "It's okay. Thanks for telling me. Now, I'll know to get another one."

As he saw her smile, the tenseness he felt faded away, and his expression softened.

"Are you hungry?" Song asked, "Dinner's almost done."

"...Sure."

As he followed her inside, the night lit up as the fireflies danced through the air.

Her voice carried through the night air as she said, grinning, "And there's no ostrich-horse for you to ride away on this time."