Zuko stood at the bow of his ship, scanning the horizon, the need to regain his honor as plain on his face as the pony tail on his head.
"Zuko, come sit, I have just made a fresh pot of ginseng tea," Iroh called.
"I can't," said Zuko. "I vowed I would never rest until I captured the Avatar. It is my density."
Iroh shook his head and returned to his pai sho game. Two weeks had already passed since Zuko's encounter with Aang at the South Pole and the airbender had proved a skilled adversary. Though his sky-bison no doubt needed to rest at some point, the fire nation ship could only move so quickly and Iroh sometimes wondered if they would ever catch up to the Avatar before his existence became known to the rest of the world—and to Fire Lord Ozai.
Iroh finished his tea and left to get ready for bed. Zuko still stood at the helm of the ship, scanning the sky for any sign of movement as the sun slipped below the horizon.