-Katara's Point Of View-
Gooooood morning, Katara!" My brother smiled as he walked into the common area of the Western Air Temple, where we were staying. I was honing some more advanced skills with my bending water, but of course he was just waking up now. I frowned. "The sun has been up for two hours now, Sokka. We don't have time for you to be sleeping in! Aang is training by the echo chambers with Zuko, and Toph... Well, I don't know where she is, but she's awake!" He looked defensive. "Hey! Us sword-warrior-guys need our rest!" I smiled. Sometimes, my brother's articulation could use a little work... but who could stay mad at him? "Alright, I was about to go do some laundry. Come help me!" Sokka grudgingly took a woven reed basket and was about to leave when we heard voices. Zuko and Aang came out of a corridor to our left, talking and laughing. Balancing the basket on my hip, I waved at them. "How was training?" Aang smiled and ran over to me and Sokka, gushing about his session. "Great, Katara! I finally mastered the dragon's breath move! Zuko says I'm better than he is now! So what are you guys up to?" "We're just about to go do the laundry. Got anything that needs washing?" Aang pondered this for a moment, and Zuko walked over to me. "Actually," said Zuko, "take my shirt. It's all sweaty from training." He pulled off his shirt, leaving his chest exposed. For a second I couldn't think coherently. This was the first time I'd seen Zuko shirtless, and... But I stopped myself right there. I shook my head, clearing it of all pro-Zuko thoughts, as I remembered what had happened in the North Pole. I would never trust him again after what he did. I took his shirt and threw it into the laundry basket without saying a word. "Come on, Sokka. Let's go." I said, ice creeping into my voice. I grabbed his arm and dragged him away.