Blush
She remembered the bright crimson she had turned during that play. That scene depicting her and Zuko… It made her skin scrawl. She was disgusted – and rightfully so. She wouldn't do that. She wasn't interested in that. At least, she didn't want to with him or even someone remotely like him. She didn't hate him. She just… wasn't interested.
Then, as she vied for time to herself during intermission and Aang came along… Katara sighed. She wanted to seethe in peace and quiet. Was even that beyond her reach? Was that beyond her rights? Then, he kissed her.
"Ah!"
She tugged on her hair, knowing that it would be painful and relishing in it. At the very least, she had gotten her own way with that. The day was against her. It was her enemy. She would not forgive it.
However, with the distant rumble of her brother choking on a snore, she glanced to her friends. Aang was sprawled out, conked out in what could pass for death if not for the periodic mumble. Her gaze ran further along to Zuko.
Slowly, without meaning to, she sunk down a little and rested her arms on her knees and peered at him. He wasn't too unpleasant a person. She still resented his betrayal in those caves, but… Her gaze fluttered downwards. Perhaps it wasn't so bad.
A brief flicker of the play came to mind once more – bright, vivid, larger than life… and with Zuko and her in place of the actors. The blush rose up again and she ducked her head down with a silent admission that it wasn't that bad… not really.