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Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
The nighttime air at the Western Air Temple brought a chill to Katara. Her time traveling must have made her bones soft since the temperatures in her homeland are much colder. Zuko wouldn't be able to share her sentiment she thought. His homeland must be as hot as the element he bent. With that thought she removed herself from her sleeping bag and walked over to sit by the fire. Unsurprisingly he was already there. As she sat down next to him she noticed that he was making a couple of change to a war plan that they had made.
"What if were wrong?" whispered the blue-eyed waterbender suddenly. An uncertainty fluttering in her stomach.
Zuko looked down at her and quickly shifted his gaze toward the map.
"There aren't many options." He murmured softly.
Katara reached out and squeezed his hand in comfort. She knew that with the little time they had, there was not enough time to perfect things.
"I trust you." She smiled at him. The honesty of her words crashing down on her.
He looked at her for what seemed like hours, searching her eyes. He squeezed her hand back.
"That means so much." Relief showing in his eyes.
"I meant it."
With her words the waterbender removed her hand from Zuko's. Katara stood up, lowered her head towards his and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. With one last smile she turned on her heels and walked back to the warmth of her sleeping bag.