Katara leaned against the wall and shut her eyes in the afternoon light as her daughter dozed against her chest. As Kya shifted restlessly, she hummed a quiet lullaby and stroked her hair. It was still strange to think of herself as a mother, but she wouldn't have sacrificed this experience for the world. And Aang as a father. she smiled when she thought about how he'd reacted to parenthood. He had taken Kya into his arms as if she was make of the most delicate blown glass, but he'd had the biggest, silliest grin on his face as he held her. When the baby had been passed over to her uncle and other family, he'd swept down to embrace Katara, pressing her against him and burying his face in her shoulder.

It was such a difference from how they'd been when they met. They had just been children with the weight of the world pressing down on their shoulders, but now the world was at peace and they had a child of their own. Since before the birth, Katara had been able to feel the bending within her daughter. She looked forward to being able to teach her about the water without the threat of war and death hanging over their heads. She'd been a mother to Sokka since they were little, but now she'd have a chance to experience parenthood without coping with grief, loss, and loneliness.

After Kya woke, she carried her down to the water to play in the shallows. She could already see the push and pull of the water capturing the baby's attention and wondered how long it would be until her daughter could manipulate the flow on her own. Katara looked out over the bay to the horizon and watched the iron ships sail back and forth. Instead of running her people into extinction, the fire nation navy patrolled to keep them safe. As the sun began to sink in the sky, she couldn't help smiling. Life was good.