Aangs arrows were glowing, as were his eyes. They had just escaped the bee-beasts, and had been cornered by a group of strange people, with cloths wrapped around their heads. When the son spoke, Toph had reconisged his voice as the voice of the person who took Appa.
Aang rose into the air, the wind around him creating a vicious sandstorm. "Just get out of here!" Sokka cried, grabbing Tophs arm, but she couldn't move. She couldn't leave Aang, the boy she loved, at the mercy of this terrible power and madness inside of him. She felt Sokkas vibrations leave the ground, and then Kataras. Toph stood firm, like a rock, planted by the need to help her friend. She groped along toward the middle of the storm, where Aang was.
"Aang!" She yelled desprately, but her voice was lost in the whirl wind. She reached upward, and her hands landed on something that she reconisged as Aangs foot. She pulled it down, and he, painfully slowly, came down with it, into Tophs awaiting embrace. Although they were in danger, Toph was calm.
"Its alright" she whispered, and she felt him relax a little in her embrace. She carefully brushed her lips over his cheek, and the wind calmed down. With a heavy thump, Sokka and Katara landed back down onto the sand. She felt something wet on her arm, and relised it was her own tears. She was crying, crying for the first time since she was told she couldn't go with the gaang. She soon realised that Aang was crying to, and they stood there, holding eachother, crying for all their hurt, pain, worries and sadness. Soon Katara came and hugged Aang to, and started crying with them.
It felt like they had cried out about half of their bodily fluid, by the time they stopped, and even Sokka was a bit teary eyed aswell.
"We'd better move on now" he said with a wobbly voice, which made them all laugh, and began the process of healing their broken hearts.